Claire Nashar

Born in Sydney, Claire Nashar lives in Buffalo, New York, where she is a PhD candidate at the State University of New York.

My Kitchen Counter Said

My kitchen counter said To invest My best bit first Then my legs Then kitchen counter said to curl my legs And twitch them in the air And squeeze squeeze Squeeze air Counter said Surface-wise my animal is quite naturalistic …

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Erin Mouré’s ‘Une fois nés’

This is a translation of ‘Une fois nes,’ a poem originally translated by Erin Mouré. It has been excerpted from a small chapbook, À Adan: poems d’Emma M. (Chatte, enr.): traduits par E. Mouré pour les amies et amis d’Emma …

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2 Poems by Victor Hugo

At dawn, when the land
whitens, I’ll leave. You see I know
you’re waiting. I’ll go through the hills

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BEE‐WHICHED!® “The Buzzzz Comes From Below” an operatic game for all ages and castes Rules of the Game MINIMUM TO PLAY: 60,000 workers [sexually immature females], 1 queen [sexually developed female], and several hundred drones [sexually developed males] Contents: a …

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Melbourne Sonnets

Around Australia [destination: melbourne] millions and millions of old ladies go to the stock market, buy firecrackers FIRECRACKERS: bang! bang! … bang! OLD LADIES: we are the hotel THE HOTEL: I am the eucalypts, am the sculpture garden ROY LICHTENSTEIN: …

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Biography of Elvis

(after Mark Leidner) They say Elvis could shoot a hoop from twelve metres out. They say it was because he was missing a tiny bone in each of his wrists. They say that when he sweated the inside of his …

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Review Short: Nicholas Powell’s Water Mirrors

Winner of the 2011 Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize, Water Mirrors is Nicholas Powell’s first full-length collection of poems. Structured around an interweaving of landscapes – some real, others dreamed or imagined – the forty two poems that lead up to ‘The True Map’, the book’s final poem, can read as an exercise in cartography.

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