Susan Fealy


(i) How to hug a tree Find the widest patch of parkland, the longest line of trees. Walk the path between them, like a sergeant major— walk until your rhythm dissolves all notions of hierarchy. Notice how the trunks are …

Posted in 112: TREAT | Tagged


Hard to believe a thread could catch and hold them still against my skin. Seed-pearl, turquoise or bud of native flower? Glass, its glitter and blade whittled by sea. A tiny bi-valve stubby as stone. A black pebble resolved as …

Posted in 106: OPEN | Tagged

Gouache, Sheep Skulls, Fence Bracket

I Animals in Venetian masks stare through floral constellations; a strange surfacing of herbal machinations and cloven-hoof memories; a fondness, somewhere for droughtless green. Look closer. The skulls are singing, more like bird-beaks than sheep. Forget-me-nots break across bone as …

Posted in 79: EKPHRASTIC | Tagged

The Wabi-sabi Storage Jar

It’s large enough to lair an animal. Gravelled, rich-red, its slabs Roughly rhyme around its opening. One smooth black lip binds its craggy lip: Night kisses a mountain. It is pocked in silver as if Fire dragged its starlight to …

Posted in 79: EKPHRASTIC | Tagged

Siobhan Hodge Reviews Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetry

Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetry presents a compelling cross-section of feminist voices, experiences and engagements in Australia, picking up from where Kate Jenning’s 1975 feminist anthology Mother, I’m Rooted: An Anthology of Australian Women Poets left off.

Posted in BOOK REVIEWS | Tagged , , , , , , , ,


after Tacita Dean i A toe winces in the corner As if inside a shoe. So many frames Inside frames. Is a panelled door A building spliced into rooms? I cling to possibility, Two figures blur to three— Glimpse of …

Posted in 61: NO THEME III | Tagged


i. the blue inkwell of the sky As a boy, I remember thinking ‘how is it possible to climb into the sky?’ My father gave action to my dreams    he taught me to climb small mountains I have a theory that …

Posted in 50: JACKPOT! | Tagged

Susan Fealy Reviews Alex Skovron

Alex Skovron is a thoughtful poet, one who confronts the complexity of living in the 21st century with its burden of human history. Of Polish-Jewish background, Skovron emigrated with his family from Poland at the age of eight and arrived in Sydney via Israel in 1958. Autographs is Skovron's fifth collection and it arrives five years after his previous collection, The Man and the Map.

Posted in BOOK REVIEWS | Tagged ,