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as pieces of my life fall away each day smaller and fewer remaining compressed into this shrinking space the fire burns more ferociously and the sky has never been known to lend a hand to an old lag in a …

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Written Land: A Lionel Fogarty Chapbook

Image courtesy of Lionel Fogarty For Martinican poet and theorist Édouard Glissant, forced poetics exists ‘where a need for expression confronts an inability to achieve expression.’1 Glissant further clarifies this when he argues that ‘a forced poetics is created from …

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See Sea Over Dews in Cenduna

Garment government town sea dunes sea front loot. See new in Ceduna nah school fish for sea news. A long the great bitten beach bright open shores, Sea over dews sees sea of jewels. Mining town know for worker on …

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Cops are poets on the looks sit hears cobs

Lionel Fogarty | on pigs skpies (COMMON COPS COBS AND CODES) He the poetry fee mans says yes greater idea, To have cops who done wrong to first Australians’ Get out a books in personal poloidal postconiel poems. Well it …

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No Cites like the Cites Hum In

This cities are builted on times land. Whites made a date to root their women’s Season flow in times of hardship winds live below the feets that walk the flower smell on the mouth we smell. Fields desires passion for …

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Never Worked

He wave his fingers saying he’s a worker Work to the breeze off pride, Word winner made heat powers run. Work together in sunshine machine society, Brings version over our sensuality. Harvest highways for the drivers find, Safe life living …

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Yo I Am the Man

Who gave you woman don’t know who us is ha ha Vioce the name black babe Not our son ,not our Daughters Yo who your name means What voice give’s sound to the works off a poet writers Yo who …

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Conquer Slaughter’s

Digger lion’s goal have to =====$$ No warrior’s cult threats invisible vibes Dumb bounded by digging a lions genocide Syntax blotched greed; Let the frontiers frontline wise surface non greed A destruction end when poison tongues gave Honouring obligations. ‘’Tablespoons …

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Things We Inherited: Voices from Africa Curated by Liyou Libsekal

Eddy Kamuanga Ilunga | To deny value of cultural identity | 2015 | Circuit board and fabric The African continent, being home to thousands of languages and hundreds of varying cultural identities, has richly diverse forms of poetic tradition. The …

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Moods Aligned

Fagia the remnants of my chaos fagia-Sweep The first spurt of fearful thought Ili niweze kukueleza kwa kina So I can tell you in detail How I’ve fallen, where I’ve stolen Hatuwezi fukia maovu kwa ‘kazi tu’ We can’t bury …

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A Benediction for Climbing Boys

1. Sometimes the chimney was hot or alight. They sent us up anyway, mostly naked. At night we, sleeping black, dreamt of the bakers on Lothbury, of tight flues and endless winding. The first time Jonny went up, there was …

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White Noise

and where is the point at which penance comes knees bent with your name as absolution on its tongue we can only hope for something that knows, perhaps when we do not: the taste of clemency when the sentence is …

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