Poem
'The Sizzler at the York Agricultural Show, 2016' by John Kinsella
A horizontal twister, but none of the dramatic life
and drop of hellraiser rides. Sedate, but vertiginous
enough to rearrange conceptions, open perceptions
to a very different York – those eucalypt canopies
a blur of recognition shifting the boundaries
'Zero Degrees' by John Hawke
Rags of snow unmelting on the southern lawn.
Those younger ones, whose death turns
on the hair’s-breadth incidence of accident,
avoid this perduration of slow misrecognition.
'The Grey Parrot' by Judith Bishop
The far city must make itself known
even here in the sitting room and
barred by winter branches. The skyline
'Home' by Judith Bishop
The far city must make itself known
even here in the sitting room and
barred by winter branches. The skyline ...
'Francis Bacon Created Australian Literature' by Stuart Cooke
His feet were stubborn
on the frozen path.
He put it into His hand, then ...
'Alarms' by Jill Jones
Miracles are not like tempests.
Furlongs are not like hedgerows
though they come close ...
'The Worst of It' by Sarah Holland-Batt
As I combed it,
he sat cross-legged
in front of me ...
'The Changing Room' by Sarah-Holland Batt
We tread the wood in J. Crew,
pluck grey seersucker and navy cashmere
and talk about dressing for the seasons ...
'Smartraveller' by Tracy Ryan
Just knowing those colours makes it safer
already and how they'll change anyway by the time
you, thirteen now, are old enough for elsewhere: ...
