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Philip Hammial

Philip Hammial has had twenty-eight poetry collections published. His poetry has been published in twenty-nine poetry anthologies in six countries and in 118 journals in fourteen countries. He has represented Australia at twelve international poetry festivals, most recently in Macedonia in 2015 at the Struga Poetry Evenings.

Prelude

Like Snow White in a heat of kink I’ve lost my most. Glad handles my mouth. Closed in a cellar situation, I’ve never had the satisfaction of cereal. When I’ve done a pray I walk away. If they so wished …

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Prelude

Like Snow White in a heat of kink I’ve lost my most. Glad handles my mouth. Closed in a cellar situation, I’ve never had the satisfaction of cereal. When I’ve done a pray I walk away. If they so wished …

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Pilgrim

Too funicular for me. Those informers to whom I’m betrothed are so mountain galore that what comes after their chicken run is anyone’s guess. Not edification in the Ways & Means of Malice that’s a certainty. O clutter of Glockenspiel, …

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Philip Hammial Live at the Globe

[audio:http://cordite.org.au/audio/Philip_Hammial_Prague.mp3] Philip Hammial live at the Globe Bookstore (13:29) Prague, 15 April 2009

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Wedding

Philip Hammial's recently published sixteenth poetry collection, In the Year of Our Lord Slaughter's Children, was short-listed for the Kenneth Slessor Prize in 2004, as was his fourteenth collection, Bread, in 2001.

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Arcana

As do many in navy we contrive a crux of vegetable. Get & stay lean for a cranked majority. Slam & how hard a door. Straight to majesty. Chic ribaldry moving fast. Back to front & what’s between. Grass pains …

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Bread

A slice – I’ll take it neat. I’ll take it as a treat for the brethren, a tidy morsel for their tedious mouths, who tried to tame me with a stick. Poled (the outboard motor broken down) for hours through …

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Me, Myself, No Other

It’s me, myself, no other who’s lying on this filthy mattress in this hospital corridor, cloudsick, humiliated by their procedures, by the samples that they’ve taken. &, yes, it’s me, myself, no other who has but one intention: to make …

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