Poems
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Kimberley Quartet
By Glen PhillipsFor Perdita
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Crossing to the Fitzroy
Beautiful the light here at sunset, soft pink flame; -
Temple relics
By Jena WoodhouseThe banners of red-painted wood
are worm-eaten. Some of the characters
have been effaced:
'The God's might is clear and grand, -
The Report
By Richard James AllenYou sit down to write a report entitled,
“How is it possible for one person to kill another?”
An hour later you wander off into the streets,
leaving a blank page pocked with dark nothings. -
Birthplace
By Richard James Allensomeone in your family once read my novel
or maybe studied it at school
I found an old copy
an early Penguin edition -
Vocab List
By Fiona WrightYou’ll look at these photos one day, and think
how beautiful I was,
how lovely.
Your hair is tasseled (the edging -
A Disappearing Act
By Lorin ElizabethThe magician pulls death
out of his hat and
saws it in half and in half again
until death is a carpet -
An Accurate Martyr
By Lindsay TuggleThe extraordinary baggage
a collection of ordinary possessions
accumulated since
childhood with -
The Astronomer
By Fiona WrightJust stars, and grassland –
to stand on the limit of the world
and then climb upwards.
Here is his tower, -
(En)Joy rides in police cars
By Andrew GalanDad was certified dead Christmas day
septicaemia mixed by schizophrenia, alcohol, and restraint
in Long Bay maximum security psychiatric hospital
mum didn’t tell -
How to stay afloat
By Kelly-Lee HickeyIt goes like this ;
you take some small part of yourself,
fashion it into a paper boat.
Be careful with the delicate folds, -
Tilt
By Kate LilleyFonzies Fantasyland at 31 Oxford St
(now a disappointing IGA)
opened in 1979, next door to Patches,
a few months after the Ghost Train fire -
Dripping with Decadence (Big House, big white lies)
By Lorna MunroBig house, big lies, gubbna, white gubbament
Contorted melaleuca
Conveniently furnished with secondhand decadence
Will society ever speak of the secret deals that were made? -
Ivo
By Peter MinterWe sat by the empty road
in the first warm spring night, my wet shoulder
touching yours
it was early, or maybe late, say four a.m. -
YILAALU –BU-GADI (once upon a time in the bay of Gadi)
By Lorna MunroMELLALUCA
YURALI (eucalyptus)
PAPERBARK
KURRIJONG -
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La-pa
By Brenda SaundersI remember taking the tram to 'the Loop'
on those fishing days with Dad. Crowds
on their way to see the 'Snake Men' scaring
all the kids. Uncles selling boomerangs. -
The Bathurst Plain
By Brenda Saunders‘Latest Discoveries: fine open country…with wooded plains
reminiscent of an Englishman’s estate’
The Expeditions of Major Mitchell, State Library of NSW. -
Bridge over the River Memory
By Jeanine LeanePrince Alfred Bridge, Gundagai
When I come back I remember it has -
Happy Wagga
By John Muk Muk Burkean overview
We’re happy—right?
survey says so.
Flowered parks, -
Groove
By Bruce PascoeAt some point
he must have lifted his head,
looked back at the axe
in his hand,
