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Index of Poems
Released 2001
Poetry Editor Bruce Williams
Pandora Archive (NLA)

Our first totally online issue appeared in 2001 and was an interim, cross-over kind of affair featuring poetry selections by Bruce Williams, including Robert Adamson, Ian Bell, Rory Harris, Richard Hillman, Catherine Mair & Patricia Prime and Matthew Power, plus a selection of features on festivals.




Rudi Krausmann: The Launch

Since I am in Australia I have to talk, talk, talk and all I see is not people but parties, parties, parties. – Fay Weldon on promotional tour   The real profits went to the publishers not the authors who …

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Rudi Krausmann: The Reader

Found Poem at Harold Park Hotel   The reader (a visiting American novelist) did not read he took from the pockets of his suit pieces of paper and said I did not think it would be so casual here well …

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Catherine Mair & Patricia Prime: from Katikati

hurling the pétanque boule, her thin little arm sandal coated in mud washed by the hose late home for lunch — avocado on toast beneath the magnifying glass, Scottish castle above the bananas a bridge at Firenze sharing his handkerchief …

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Bill Pitt: all together now

train jerk-sailing through fairy meadow woonona bulli thirroul scraping and scrubbing mind just clearing the tracks how it feels again to crash through slow barriers of minutes afternoon towns of the stale, crushed public family loud puppytalk breaking glass in …

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RK Singh: Three poems

1 Tantra Drinking evening star blue green patterns before eyes no meditation no god visits to forgive the sinning soul in quietude     2 Hanuman Seven times he moves round the vermillion god under the peepal sprinkles water to …

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Matthew Power: Ferns

suggest green places for pausing, like commas curling damp of earth they say, this place is as yet experimenting, , , on the edge of clearings, like football crowds in green scarves, ferns watch whirling picnics wave their rugs like …

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Graham Rowlands: The RSPCA postcard

At last. A whole day to myself. Just as I pull out my chair, though I see them there, shorn on my desk- two sheep burst like bladders across a floor too bloody to be known by time & place …

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Mick Searles: Behind Enemy Lines

1 he walks past once twice again & again now he hovers clenched fists sweat pouring ears pricked mouth agape his eyes bulging staring into every house every window his head darting back & forth like a clown at the …

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Sarah French: simultaneous / soon

burn through cliches / a pack a day smoker / soon your smile will burn like paper / curl & disintegrate simultaneous / soon you'll become thin as a whisper / cough up a cast iron lung / soon you'll …

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m p french: The Garden of Earthly Delights

They grow cities on these flowers, she told me. I have seen faces emerge from the arms knotted behind a man's back. Sleepers; wings sprouted from the web of fingers. Dragon wings and a pterodactyl foetus. It's all there she …

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Michelle Carter: Maitland Bay

You hardly moved lying like a sea slug in sepia, dreaming of sky fluorescence. As if reading braille you ran your fingers over tiny shells, a trail of ornamental bones on bleached sand. Hours later the moon rose, full breasted, …

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Michelle Carter: Girlfriend

you dress me in brown suede boots & mini skirt say you’re bored of your husband of suburbia hand me half a pill promise me fun without misgiving i’m the serious one you’re streetwise we drive to the nearest club …

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