Todd Turner

Todd Turner's first collection of poetry Woodsmoke was recently published by Black Pepper Publishing. His poems have appeared in various journals, newspapers and anthologies. In 2013 he the co-winner of the inaugural Jean Cecily Drake-Brockman Poetry Prize.

The Fall

for Ella I can tell you, when your horse began to slip she tried to pull you and herself back up. But once she slid and lost her footing, you both fell into the law of gravity and came down …

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Villanelle for a Calf

I can still remember the sound. The calf fell in, the gates shut hard. I turned my eyes toward the ground. He could hardly move or turn around and was woken to truth there in the yard. I can still …

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Feature Poem with Judith Beveridge: At Willabah

I forget who it was who said that the writer needs to be ‘holy in small things’, but I think there is a great deal of truth in that. That’s one reason why I’m attracted by Todd Turner’s poem ‘At Willabah’. Here, the poet guides us through the details of the landscape in a not dissimilar way to the deep engagement with particulars in such poems as Seamus Heaney’s ‘Death of a Naturalist’ or Elizabeth Bishop’s ‘At the Fishhouses’.

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A Field of Wild Grass

It was a field of wild grass between two stations on the western line; a dusky acreage where the barn owl plucked the field- mouse from its ditches. There was a lone tree on the far side of the field …

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