Jane Williams



The body has become its own refrain

The body has become its own refrain, a silent roll call ticking off each night, no more the vagaries of loss and gain. The family visits, dress-rehearsing pain. Let go they whisper nothing more to fight. The body has become …

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Review Short: Jane Williams’s Days Like These: New and Selected Poems 1998-2013

Days Like These: New and Selected Poems 1998-2013Days Like These: New and Selected Poems 1998-2013, by Jane Williams, includes new work and selections from Outside Temple Boundaries (1998), The Last Tourist (2006) (both published with Five Islands Press), Begging the Question (2008) from Ginninderra Press and City of Possibilities (2011) from Interactive Press. It’s always a pleasure to discover the writings of a poet who you have not read before. In Days Like These Jane Williams delivers poetry that wants to feel the ‘pulse of every living thing’; she is a writer sensitive to the world.

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HCI and The Muses of Poetry: Calliope Recites Jenkins, Lilley, Langdon and Williams

The Muses of Poetry is one of the current projects at the Research and Development Department of the Institute of Animation at Filmakademie Baden-Württemberg in Germany, that intends to bring poetry – its emotionality, auditory structures and nuances when words …

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Shift

the same drought part of the australian bush as yesterday only waking to a flash flood water sliding the balding hill and shifting my inner landscape to a kind of environmentally aware comfort zone the top soil gone I am …

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Churches of the Developed World

(a partly found poem) to light a candle drop any coin into the slot (more coins may be required for longer prayers) on medical advice communion is to be made by receiving the bread only (salivation is to be kept …

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In the Wee Hours

Otherwise faithfuls whisper wrong names into the ears of lovers who keep breathing but do not stir do not give the impression they heard a word out of place A child wakes sits bolt upright in bed but still asleep …

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The Lodger

outgrown the body simply drags what it can’t carry mouth slack as a stroke but eyes the colour of bees we are at the centre of all that flowers in the lodger and when he shows himself we must take …

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