Magdalena Ball


Hands bleed estuary light after the fifth miscarriage, brackish, pebbles dancing across the water surface, land to salty sea my failing body, counting heartline lifeline, when will the water turn the moment when you know. I’ve been practicing entering face …

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An object travelling fifteen miles a second in close collision course trajectory I thought of the earth receiving the blow in her solar plexus radiating nerves and ganglia two million hectares rivers, forests, floodplains exploded instantly into winter such terrible …

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Ivy Ireland Reviews Petra White and Magdalena Ball

Approaching new work from such sharp, prolific and often dazzling poets as Magdalena Ball and Petra White is arguably no job for a quiet morning. Both White’s Reading for a Quiet Morning and Ball’s Unmaking Atoms demand (and duly reward) close attention.

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Apparently Soccer

She woke flying, her cheeks burnt to a flush, the world an illusion in lipstick tones of green, a loudspeaker advertising local services-if you need a new car speak to the guys at green Toyota. Everything green washed. The grass …

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Old Wounds

It was the day after the day you nearly strangled the dog pushing her into the dirt my eyes bulged lips glued tight while you shouted keep up. I don’t think it’s possible for skin to get any whiter than …

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Magdalena Ball Reviews Adrienne Eberhard

Adrienne Eberhard's collection Jane, Lady Franklin can almost be described as a poetic novel. It contains a clear storyline, based partly on the real life voyage of Lady Jane Franklin, who traveled with her husband, Lieutenant-Governor John Franklin, from England to Hobart in 1837.

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Magdalena Ball Reviews Mike Ladd

Mike Ladd's poetry works best when it traverses the line between prose and poetry, creating meaning in the face of irony. Simultaneously satiric and poignant, Rooms and Sequences takes the reader to a modernised first century AD through the eyes of an anachronistic Roman functionary, a Kerouac inspired look into life via various hotel rooms `on the road', pain and loss distilled through portentous animals, a series of short stories which look into the heart of loneliness, the human side of politics, and a series of self-referential poems about the writing process.

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