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M T C Cronin

M T C Cronin

About M T C Cronin

M T C Cronin has written numerous collections of poetry (including several collaboratively with fellow-Australian poet,Peter Boyle) and a number of volumes of avant-garde cross-genre works.

Jack Gilbert Gets ‘Foeted’

Anonymously they came for his bones hoping they would still hang with some flesh. ‘Blah blah’ said one, and ‘Yes yes’ said the other. Little too-mortal teeth ripping into the poems they knew were not the truth of it. ‘Oh …

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Ern Malley: Hygienic Lily

ERN MALLEY liked nothing better than to garden. It was there, in his rubber gloves, that the words of the poems would come to him.'

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Ern Malley: Parasol

ERN MALLEY liked nothing better than to garden. It was there, in his rubber gloves, that the words of the poems would come to him.'

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mtc cronin currently lives in Maleny, Australia, with her partner and three young daughters and is completing a PhD on poetry and law.

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Tatjana Lukic is translating a collection of mtc cronin's work into Bosnian and Serbian.

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MTC Cronin has published seven books and three booklets of poetry, the most recent being a Spanish/English edition of her 2001 book, Talking to Neruda's Questions, translated by Juan Garrido Salgado (SAFO, Santiago, Chile, 2004) and 1 – 100, (Shearsman Press, UK, 2004).

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The Ride

Let us imagine that New South Wales is a paper folded in the pocket of a young motor mechanic on a Harley Davidson He’s torn it from a magazine from an article Called: “There’s nothing like a really good day …

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The Cuan

My grandfather’s father was born on the Cuan My mother tells me as we drive On the road from Merriwa to Scone On the road thirty-five years ago She rode to see my father She rode a motorcycle then, an …

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