'Eiskrippe, Graz', a new poem by Jo Langdon

Jo Langdon
Wednesday, 01 October 2014

Feel it even now: such stillness
and yet – there

they are, again:

lights in blue
air, daylight

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'Untitled', a new poem by Zoe Dzunko

Zoe Dzunko
Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Does the for lease sign speak of anything
else than the failure of something; just as
the desert required the lake to dry. Each
dark window waiting to be turned yellow

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'Dorothy Wordsworth', a new poem by Robert Adamson

Robert Adamson
Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Wisps of smoke, lamplight on manuscripts.
Pages fanned across an oak stool.
The hearth absorbs the stain of living.

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'The Puma in the Duma', a new poem by John Tranter

John Tranter
Wednesday, 24 September 2014

In my dream I was surrounded by seraphs
wearing morning suits, looking at me
quizzically in the crowded Parliament. Then I was being chased
by a Russian mountain lion who drooled a lot

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'laptopland', a new poem by Julie Chevalier

Julie Chevalier
Wednesday, 24 September 2014

your passport is out of depth     keep a code in a quadruplicate place
drop it into a box or a cloud     to renew your password enter
answers only you know the questions to     family secrets

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'After a Girl Goes Missing', a new poem by Caitlin Maling

Caitlin Maling
Tuesday, 26 August 2014

The pots are still dropped and pulled at 4 am,
but no-one fishes near seal rock for weeks, out where the shadows
of sharks and seals are interchangeable.

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in the presence of a photo of
your mother, aged twenty three
her hands folded and covered in glitter
her hair long and black

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'The Invigilator', a new poem by Simon Armitage

Simon Armitage
Wednesday, 23 July 2014

A quiet night in the square,
taxis parked with their side-lights on
and engines cut, drivers
muttering under a fuzzy streetlamp.

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The woman’s hands
are tied behind her back –

her hands are not allowed
to speak for her.
The interrogator lays his knife

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Three bluetongues reside in our steep bush garden
of sandstone ledges and the stumps of fallen trees.
One is content to doze under a rock while around her
everyone chatters; one lost the pointy end of its tail

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