Poem

'Syllabic Patterning' by Michael Farrell

Michael Farrell
26 July 2018

He went down to the shed to look for a chook
a particular one he’d seen earlier that morning
one he realised he’d never seen before, and
that seemed to have disappeared. It was brown
with white More

'Interruption: An Assay', a new poem by Jane Hirshfield

Jane Hirshfield
24 May 2018

Sometimes you took the shape
of an unseen mosquito,
sometimes of illness ...

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'The Field' by Ian Patterson

Ian Patterson
26 April 2018

There is a field that will persist in everything:
                     what means crucial means
if there never was a More

'Four Rooms' by Julie Manning

Julie Manning
26 April 2018

1.
Your beard intrigues me, its rough mystery, patterned complexity.
I imagine burrowing animals under your skin that raise ...

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'Natality' by Anne Elvey

Anne Elvey
26 April 2018

body’s habitude begin
with buoyancy, a saturated skin ...

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'Inverting Hölderlin’s "Geh unter, schöne Sonne"' by John Kinsella

John Kinsella
26 March 2018

I’d ask you to reappear from behind the wet blanket, Sun,
But the ozone has been eaten by refrigerants
And we can’t take your glare. We are people
Of the skin cancers, tuned by solar flares ...

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2018 Porter Prize Shortlist

22 February 2018

'101, Taipei' by Nicholas Wong, 'Compass' by Eileen Chong, 'The Abstract Blue Background' by LK Holt, 'Decoding Paul Klee’s Mit Grünen Strümpfen (With Green Stockings) 1939' by Katherine Healy, and 'breat More

2019 Porter Prize Shortlist

Australian Book Review
22 February 2019

'Dancing with Stephen Hawking' by John Foulcher; 'The Mirror Hurlers' by Ross Gillett; '63 Temple Street, Mong Kok' by Belle Ling; 'Searching the Dead' by Andy Kissane; 'Raven' by Mark Tredinnick.

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Herr Doktor Tulp’s Interrogation (1942)

John A. Scott
22 December 2017

Conveniently located next to Perrache
railway station, the Hôtel Terminus,
Lyon, is distinguished by its extensive ...

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'Swan' by Zoë Brigley Thompson

Zoë Brigley Thompson
24 November 2017

I see you then: long and veined with red like the closed
pod of an asphodel bud: if you opened now it would be
with the strangeness of a lily its scent edging between sweat,
and the musk that marks a te More

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