29.0: PASTORAL

Poetry guest edited by David Prater




Race Horse

In a large semi-detached timber dwelling doubling as a restaurant, a patron has ordered something no longer on the menu. Verb. To hit someone with a horse. To run into someone with an old race horse with a royal title …

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stalking utopia

braking by the wide verandah a pall of dust behind the ute dogs slouching towards the driver waiting to be borne aloft loaded on the tray no-one walks to the shadow of the pub stalking utopia a string quartet isaac …

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‘thin sky’

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‘understand’

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II

each day I am bird glad. hassling the sky as it flies straight and believing my enemies colour blind. I am whistling and hooting the air into moulded proper shapes (even now.) one startled day I will inhabit that kind …

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Breath

I come from the dead zone with clap trap jaw and clankin gait and bulletswhistle is my song halloooo coooweeeeee goes burnin down thegreengullylacedwithferns curlin coyly hideaway and low-dippin' currawong calls my locomotive breath announces me, my breath in the …

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Fire

To be dragged from the bush choking and wheezing cloudy like a first pulled lager eyes washed but never enough to cool the gum's ash and the grim curling peal it came from. To see a black-faced clown where sun …

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Mining the Idyllic

Coming off night shift I trudge a dusty path to transportable simulated comforts. With body clock out of sync and lungs dehydrated, I try to justify this fly-in/ fly-out location infested with hard hats and steel-toed boots. Toxic the camp …

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B’rel’n

You were a young boy yearning in parallel universes: grocery stores, parks, schools & their transplanted lawns filled with three cornered jacks & bindies. You carried paintbrushes in your pockets, wore overalls sticky with brown lacquer. Shavings from pencil ends. …

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Bushpo

You must change your life RAINER MARIA RILKE     you stores three your shavings you leaves imaginary twisted you three evils like the fly ripples of smoke called stones hands you clutched gauged muddy ropes clay were shotgun gazing …

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‘a continuous plain …’

a continuous plain interrupted so; ligatures extending from birthplace. 'true scarcity of no trespass;' the questions of function can now be delayed. where homesteader and exile drink of the same cup; it is the dialect of language which qualifies. an …

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Polyvalent

meditated by praise at variance a magnificent structure vessels of cartography by hunger's voices as store house projections that divisionless resonant direction fields tessellated expression replete escapes mnemonic paths contrarily lyrical a grafting which does not supervene on irresolute divisions …

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