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The day begun with an Acknowledgement of Country by Aunty Ruth Bryant, who also tickled our taste buds with a poem of hers.
Added by Rhiannon Hall on September 27, 2012 at 1:14 — No Comments
John Watson's collection Occam's Aftershave was a delight to read. Watson's poetry is philosophical and the major theme of this collection is poetry; the forms of poetry and the relationship that readers have with poetry.
I was in love with his writing style from the first poem, which I heard him read at the Carrington Hotel in Katoomba. 'To the Faithful Reader' is a poem full of wit. Taunting us as readers, "...if you believe this you'll believe / Anything, and are thereby…
Added by Rhiannon Hall on September 25, 2012 at 0:00 — No Comments
Warm
I receive her body
embrace of pollen
and wool
Her squeeze
I breathe as
my chest becomes
metal to heat
running honey
to my mouth
my face
Care
of breast and arms
my gift
is the…
ContinueAdded by AutoPirate on September 23, 2012 at 1:30 — No Comments
There is a place, behind the eyes
where calm and quiet waits,
far from cities and suburbs of noise.
I go there, glad to be away from
visual and verbal pollution,
and increasingly massive hysteria.
A closing of the eyes gains entry
to an inner sanctum, a place of happy
memory, of slow motion movement
and lethargic thought.
A place to rest and restore emotions,
and gently patch over the cracks in
the facade of…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on September 19, 2012 at 23:10 — No Comments
The book begins…
Added by Rhiannon Hall on September 14, 2012 at 0:40 — 1 Comment
the sound of her was in the street
flayed to an ochre asphalt
dripped down from a generous bourbon
fermentation brings a night that doesn't hurt
the stench of cancer is in her vomit:
she knows she doesn't have long
until it's shit in the sheets
and a pain that can't be described
it hurts just to blink
and you can't even
slow it down
but before
before this time
that doesn't feel real
she was…
ContinueAdded by Daniel John Kofler on September 13, 2012 at 22:42 — No Comments
We came to the islands
the sun rose from the ground
hieroglyphics of yearning collectives
arms raised to shake
equanimity's wheat
for the day's work
reading stones
etched with lifecycle by evening
the tree sap enters the finch
through night
for the tree must sing too
promises…
Added by AutoPirate on September 3, 2012 at 22:45 — No Comments
Life flows on,
uneventful,
undemanding,
till one moment
in time
changes that life.
Plans are shelved,
roadmaps altered,
instructions given,
new direction,
for better
for worse,
for ever.
Added by william james falls on September 1, 2012 at 0:13 — 1 Comment
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