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Recent Posts
- Notes on Five Canadian Small (micro) Publishers
- Inaugural Independent Publishers’ Conference and New Prize for Small Publishers
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- Islanding the Antipodes? Notes on Archipelagic Poetics
- Ann Vickery Reviews Gig Ryan
- Guest Editorial: An Introduction to Sydney
- Blustertown
- Pam Brown’s Sydney Poetry in the 70s: In Conversation with Corey Wakeling
- Four Artworks by Kim Rugg: People, Places, Bad Boy and Just Passing Through
- ‘Xerographesis’: On Poetic Art and the Object in Amanda Stewart and Anne Tardos
- The Inaugural Sydney City Poet: Lisa Gorton Interviews Kate Middleton
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- Submissions for our next issue JACKPOT close next week. Give your pomes a final spruce and send 'em on http://t.co/c44RVPKG 11:48:52 PM May 08, 2012
- RT @w_m_lewis: I adored Ann Vickery's far-reaching and eclectic #poem 'Western Triv' in @corditepoetry Issue 38 http://t.co/mEFkBGEL #poetry 02:47:49 AM May 07, 2012
- Monday fresh: a great guest post by Bonny Cassidy talkin' about Antarctica and Archipelagic poetics http://t.co/CPdsmesi 02:40:53 AM May 07, 2012
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Brendan Ryan
The Man on the Gate
Oilskin keeping out the cold the muscles in his legs wearing down through the under 12s, netball, under 14s, under 18s, reserves and finally seniors around two. A job we all expect somebody to do. A man who complements the …
Brendan Ryan: Factory Boys
White overalls, rubber boots and a hairnet a red surname sewn into the chest pocket – I was ready. To sacrifice sunlight for the punishing noise of steel clanging on steel, revolving guillotine blades carving lengths of cheese the pressure …
Brendan Ryan: Strategic Education Plan
Grinding your teeth as you pursue the unobtainable, the deep, tossing and turning the fear of entering a class, your voice rising in self-doubt as students walk out, their complaints minuted. You've become a teacher cornered in the staff room; …
Brendan Ryan: Washing the dishes with R.E.M.
A sense of haste helps me slide across the floorboards, stack the dishwasher, clear benches, return salt, pepper and oil to their rightful places. Nostalgia has its purposes; each song a key to an other self I fall into, or …
Brendan Ryan: Better Roads
The roads we drive on are breaking apart. Potholes riddle the surface, corrugations catch us out. Each road is a waking dream, each road is a ruin we're learning to trust. Every few weeks the council seals the damage with …
Brendan Ryan: Shakepeare Didn’t Play Guitar
With the death of Elvis I could no longer believe. Since listening to Flaming Star on a winter Saturday, 1973 I had been a sucker for his elegies. Suspicious Minds took me out of the paddocks and into a bedroom …



