POETRY
Give Yourself Up
(poem ending on Newtown graffiti) If I do not join clouds my attempts of song hit the roof line without wings my effort but she’s crying conversation leaks damage & not alone I swig orange sun ahead of rain it figures your life planes cuts across trails spans aerials I am …
Sweet Meats
The waiter’s resurfacing inflames love like a cotton field in cyclone’s eye. How near we feel the coast, the coast being a hoax of a military force, but the pitter-patter could hardly disturb this, our wading through day. A face …
Shedding
The image without an image pinned up in the air offers up the Ten Thousand Things but where was your heart when it fell down here? never thinking it would fall for the nameless unwanted, undesired ‘things’ lost by the …
Turkey in the Drawer
To whoever’s happy batting I rose beyond the daydream of Sydney Harbour considered as a Matisse despite not having been there (and would have ‘kissed her while she pissed’—as did Williams —only she was walking the streets of Graz) I …
Longing for Areas of Kansas
after Bernadette Mayer “Let’s just helicopter the ocean somewhere” – Anne Boyer New South Wales is awful The winter’s non-existent The sun will come out today There are Yuppies Men & women who can’t walk They wear dark colours & …
apell I’ll 11 shreds
no pulse I touch I do jagger flash hung upside to switch an other for internal monologue will our glasses ever clink it’s a race with tea “do you eat when I’m not there?” what does coal feel like? chewing …
On the 36th Floor
we are on par with thunder. The clouds are switched to reverse, hoovering steam from the craniums of CEOs. They’re holding shit together just beneath the spires of sky-scrapers, channelling gold-fever, sucking lifts up shafts with every morning coffee- run. …
Newman Street
orange & white pots square in the middle of the sill of the house opposite its blind always half-drawn over curtains a mirror image to this house the rooms must be the same shape a large woman leans over the …
thefox
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Sixth Bell
He washes up upon the shore, that blue man, waxen in the printer’s trowel of harbour light. A wedding pumps on the waterfront, a limo driver smokes and blows his rings at bats, and he who looks so often to …
Sydney Office
Going to and leaving scuffed planets, she drove her nail across a cake of soap. Waves peeled off Bondi. Cafes continued in fine, hip disinterest. She scrubbed the table, then, and fell into hot traffic. It was a kind of …
Just Passing Through
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Places
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NOT THE NAME I CALL
whereupon the loquacious vestibule & a deciduous scorncloud quaffneck stout athwart the faultlines of a plover’s merriwheel pantheon: the dramaturgy straps in twain, yet once more talk of selzer & effacement // the instance was without precise measure but it …
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José Tidon Rhianne Grieve tharookiebeats Daniel Young Omar Chmaisse Kimberley Seeto Dimitra Harvey Initially NO Omar J. S Jess Murray Abdullah Noman Nathan Smith alan clarke Aya Najmaldeen Miro Sandy Vinesh Eng Kiat Tan John Upton robertgray58 Jenny Campbell David …
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