Susan Fealy



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 …

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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 …

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Siobhan Hodge Reviews Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetry

Contemporary Australian Feminist Poetrypresents 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.

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Film

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 …

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Everest

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 …

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