Poem

'Woodwind Ode' by Sharon Olds

Sharon Olds
24 May 2016

When the temperature drops, and the wind begins
to moan, through the coils of the air conditioner,
and I wonder how the wind chooses ...

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Poem of the Week - Ali Alizadeh reads 'I ♥ (this) Life?'

05 May 2016
In this episode of 'Poem of the Week' Ali Alizadeh reads 'I ♥ (this) Life?'. ABR Editor, Peter Rose, introduces Ali who then reads and discusses his poem. More

Poem of the Week - Alicia Sometimes reads 'Universality'

03 June 2016

In this episode of 'Poem of the Week' Alicia Sometimes reads 'Universality'. ABR Editor, Peter Rose, introduces Alicia who then reads and discusses her poem.

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Poem of the Week - Alexis Lateef reads 'Girl in Fremantle Bookshop'

20 April 2016
In this episode of 'Poem of the Week' Alexis Lateef reads 'Girl in Fremantle Bookshop'. ABR Editor, Peter Rose, introduces Alexis who then reads and discusses her poem. More

Poem of the Week - Graham Akhurst reads 'The Kadaitcha Sung'

20 April 2016

In this episode of 'Poem of the Week' Graham Akhurst reads 'The Kadaitcha Sung'. ABR Editor, Peter Rose, introduces Graham who then reads and discusses his poem.

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2016 Porter Prize Shortlist

Amanda Joy et al
23 February 2016
Read the five Porter Prize shortlisted poems: 'Tailings' by Amanda Joy, 'Lament for "Cape" Kennedy' by Campbell Thomson, 'Rage to order' by Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet, '... a passing shower?' by Dan Disney, and 'Prelude to More

'Spring Fall' by Adrian Caesar | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Adrian Caesar
22 February 2016

I see you stand with your back to me
at the French window as you did last March
looking at early flowers
yellow and crimson, pansy and primrose
peeping from their crust of snow and
above them the steel-sculpted angel
rearing from a wooden plinth: guardian
of the courtyard. In those bleak days I knew
you were reading the cemetery metaphor
of your blig ... More

'Crafting Consolation' by Adrian Caesar | States of Poetry ACT - Series One

Adrian Caesar
22 February 2016

Your kind friend sent a condolence card
and in the envelope a small white feather
which, she said, seemed to come from nowhere.
Angel's wings obviously, I wrote in my reply.
And for days after everywhere I went
I found small replicas, as if some tiny
feathered thing had scattered its moulting
on urban pavements, in shops and unlikely
bathrooms, a ... More

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