'Come, Memory'

Peter Rose
Thursday, 19 March 2020

I think of you now for the first time
in about five times as many years
as you actually lived, so uncomplainingly,
they always said, as they do of the dead.

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Peter Goldsworthy
Monday, 24 February 2020

Yes, death was a good career move for Mr Elvis
Presley, but for those of us yet to leave the building,
cancer offers a lifeline, bringing family fame,
at least, and a careering mind, especially during
the long night-watch, when what happened in Vegas
comes home from Vegas,

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Belinda Rule
Friday, 21 February 2020

Retired, my father
tells me things.
He saw, far out to sea,
a great Pacific gull,
hefty, hook-beaked,
hound a crow,
slim brushstroke of ink.

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Classical Allegory

Sarah Holland-Batt
Friday, 22 November 2019

To hell with what you think of me.
I’ve started drinking martinis at three.
I wake, I walk, I write, I sleep.
I snooze the alarm. I doze. I read.

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The Resident

Michael Hofmann
Friday, 22 November 2019

We have the White Louse. His name is Donal Dump. He is the Resident, and he heads the Dump maladministration, squillionaires and a sprain-surgeon, a Cabinet of all the talons. They call him a racial spigot. He sees it as he calls it, which makes him spigot. He squitters Twitter on the shitter, and we titter after. He only squeaks for us.

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'Private Prayer at Yasukuni Shrine'

Clive James
Monday, 14 October 2019

An Oka kamikaze rocket bomb
Sits in the vestibule, its rising sun
Ablaze with pride.
Names of the fallen are on CD-ROM.
The war might have been lost. The peace was won:
A resurrection after suicide.

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'Aeneas Remembers Domestic Bliss' a poem by Dorothy Porter

Dorothy Porter
Wednesday, 25 September 2019

We were never married, Dido.
Cease weeping, let me leave and agree
we both knew real spouses.

Even as the ghost of my precious wife passed
through my clutching arms like mist

'Hailstone Villanelle'

John Kinsella
Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Hailstones in misshapen formation pound on roof corrugations,
distorted in scrying before reaching their target,
feathers and leaves stripped, birds and trees in transition.

To taste the ...

'The Experience of Being Outside'

Mary Jo Bang
Wednesday, 25 September 2019

An insight examines a lifetime
while an ocean flows under my feet.
My feet no longer feel

since my body’s beside itself.
I ...

'Occupation: Housewife' a poem by Clive James

Clive James
Monday, 23 September 2019

Advertisements asked ‘Which twin has the Toni?’
Our mothers were supposed to be non-plussed.
Dense paragraphs of technical baloney
Explained the close resemblance of the phoney
To the Expensive Perm. It worked on trust.

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