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Blinky ‘Bill O’Malley: Arts & Crafts

“… you can’t have art without resistance in the material.” — William Morris   Ah, don’t feel guilty about the GM soy in the baby formula— those activists are arsehats & breastfeeding zealots & it’s unpiloted drones dropping in on …

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Blinky ‘Bill O’Malley: Love Story Metabolites

Dear Nuala, oh noes, you’ve left your starting-a-new-life job in the bait’n’ice for that no-hoping armed & dangerous escapee again!?  It’ll just lead to headlines:   Fantasist poses as playboy &   Headless body in topless bar   you & …

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V E L O

top knot (?) bike trajectory wires cut the blue filed somere bunched up others ride wide aberrant onescarse collisions every 30 secs the electricity fizzes m ear m dances the slowest era under the sun bump sunny concrete cracks thoracic …

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Francois Sagat O’Malley: Glad Pews and the Good Steeple

you don’t always want what you say, or say what you do (do you): Notes of a Warring Class, J.H. Prynne   Lodge the pre-budget ambit claim. Graphs observe their models. The steam rises. The sport of the day’s nadir. …

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Walker Norris: Magicked Away

“When D’arcy Niland’s novel The Shiralee came out in the mid-fifties, the Australian film industry was in its twenty-five year coma, but such was the book’s popularity that film rights were quickly snapped up by overseas interests and the film …

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Dodi ‘Dodo’ Malley: Decorum Template

Your biscuit needs you! Your crumby exterior requires the shadiest corners of the disco. At the zoo, fading between bars. Do prawns spawn? The aspidistra, the asprin’s sister, I met them all at your salon: don’t blame me for hell. …

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Ern Malley III: A Difficult Love

And if the younger William Butler Yeats were one of his regular drinking mates, a few under the belt on Anzac Day would square this difficult love away, and Eve would open again her western gates as in that hot …

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John Malley: Catastrophe Willing

You, tall Kosciusko, Smooth as buttocks, I trade Blows with your arsenal. Kosciusko, better than Patterson, Your pockets weigh the world Down with silver dollars. The Americas are broad, Stupid. When is the next operatic Catastrophe? I do not want …

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Bradley Malley-Trushott: Hoarse Metaphor

How many blondes must die before the Danish thriller ends? The sans serif are here with their removing gear. Type! Darling, type! My secretary responds, hoofishly. Between the kernel and the fruit. We cough. The water stretches unto the sea …

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Janice ‘Pearl’ Malley: The 27 Club

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE ––– my name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was raped and bled for diffidence, bad grammar, sadder cliché. Or was it Dylan Thomas Aquinas, il …

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Aurelia Schober Malley: So I Was

‘Dearest Mummy’, loving and reproachful, a tightened mouth in a face puckered up and quivered like a pale jelly. Your barnacled umbilicus, the lovers’ fat, paralyzing red placenta, that bald, wild knuckle white moon unloosing bats and owls, dragging seas …

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Giacomo Mally: The Lower Half

(After Raphael’s ‘The Transfiguration’) Someone shut the poor boy up! Arms flailing, Through mouth’s conduit epilepsy’s devils spewing freely, his eyes rolling east and west… Via rhetorical swerve of her shoulder A woman, ‘serpentinata’, reroutes our gaze Past million-dollar hairdo, …

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