Poem

2018 Porter Prize Shortlist

Thursday, 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 'breather' by Tracey Slaughter.

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2019 Porter Prize Shortlist

Australian Book Review
Thursday, 22 February 2018

'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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2020 Peter Porter Poetry Prize Shortlist

Australian Book Review
Thursday, 22 February 2018

The shortlist: 'My Father's Thesaurus' by A. Frances Johnson; 'Precision Signs' by Lachlan Brown; 'Constellation of Bees' by Julie Manning; 'That Wadjela Tongue' by Claire G. Coleman; 'South Coast Sonnets' by Ross Gillett.

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Herr Doktor Tulp’s Interrogation (1942)

John A. Scott
Friday, 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
Friday, 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 territory: I have not forgotten you ...

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'Ithaca Road' by Philip Mead

Philip Mead
Friday, 24 November 2017

You’ll be lost in the headlong city, turning your oar, older
Her house needs to stay open for another October ...

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'Imprints of Water' by Joan Fleming

Joan Fleming
Thursday, 26 October 2017

The blue painted wall and the blue painted pipe
with its throat jagged out
is the first thing I photograph ...

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'ghost flock' by Annamaria Weldon

Annamaria Weldon
Wednesday, 25 October 2017

While women scanned the horizon, fishers
and hunters tended their nets, someone
etched the Lapwing crown-plumes in clay ...

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I went where she reigned
far underground, deeper
than roots, in rooms hollowed
by hand and bone, where curved walls
contained my breath like lungs.

              Passageways opened onto chambers
              honeycombed in stone
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While women scanned the horizon, fishers
and hunters tended their nets, someone
etched the Lapwing crown-plumes in clay.

Abandoning hunger and
its frozen ground, they soar
South with the Grigale wind

Middle Sea harbingers of the
Lampuki-fish moon, its halo
a herald of autumn rains.

Outlines, incisions quicken those
plo ...