Poems
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IN PASSING
By Angela GardnerGet lucky, get plucky. Passing
— just passing through — not passing
Buck, or Chaz, or Lou -
IN DOUBLE MIRRORS
By Angela GardnerIn double mirrors
true and false
we are frangible
skin’s visible default -
THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING
By Kit Brookman1.
Stars
hang there
like broken glass in night’s gut. -
Overnight with Franz near Mt Giles
By Michael GiacomettiNamed after Ernest Giles, the English-born explorer of the rangelands and western deserts of Australia in the early 1870s, Mt Giles (or Ltharrkelipeke, pronounced ool-dar-ka-lee-pa-ka, in Arrernte), at 1389 metres above sea level it is not only the third highest peak in the Northern Territory, but the third highest west of the Great Dividing Range… -
Eastern Bristlebird
By B. R. DionysiusDasyornis brachypterus
Fire cleanses more than memory; a bad
Season will clear out tussock grass without
A backward glance. The charred ‘calling logs’ -
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Of racehorses, chatter and the whip
By Michael GiacomettiRacehorses gallop
Chatting walkers trail behind
reined in by whip
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Ultra-lightweight gear envy
By Michael GiacomettiIt weighs as little
as a 10-week prem baby
Where can I get one?
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Regent Honeyeater
By B. R. DionysiusXanthomyza phrygia
A power as diluted as the monarch’s they were named for;
Their colonial reach across the border, tempered by more
Indigenous agitators, the great unwashed mass of noisy miners -
Superb Fairy Wrens
By Marg SheppardA little bird,
Collar of brilliant blue
Head too,
Announcing! -
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Scale
By Michael GiacomettiMiniature euros
bound pads unmarked on paper
topographies
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A Final Note About The Religions
By Lionel FogartyI opened the door that morning to the horror of society
Sis we gotta pay another $250 to get our brothers coffin
to the Church, we already given all we got
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Due south
By Michael GiacomettiFrom winter sunrise until sunset
you tramp unstintingly through scrub
to catch up your shadow
as it draws ahead -
Puppets to Poems
By John B. Fairfax, AOLeg chains rattle in the Red stone
Eyes blink blindly
With crimes, some
As small as poem titles. -
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Peak-bagging
By Michael GiacomettiTop-out at the trig
or cairn, sign the summit log
The list grows shorter
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Albert's Lyrebird
By B. R. DionysiusMenura alberti
(i)
He whistled to her & like an inquisitive dog
The bowl of her head angled, a satellite dish -
Scale 2
By Michael GiacomettiOnly two inches
distant on the map, but it
is two mile too far
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Red Shift
By B. R. DionysiusFor Judith Wright
Gravity is rolling her particles into a child’s spit ball.
Like a student chewing paper in the classroom’s dark,
There is something unlawful about our decline & fall.
