John Kinsella



Drugs and Country Towns

for Paul Muldoon The SS Commodore with tinted windows will make the run to Perth in a few hours, the stereo flat-tack and the driver pumped up, hanging out but intoxicated by the prospect of picking up, the hollowness filled …

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Narrative

Long-hauled in the hot zone a road train tugs on the rightist strings and precedent is damned like tokenism, an outmoded supply strategy that has them talking of extracting organs from prisoners and sustaining life to promote suffering, suspicion the …

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Wrapping the Hay

The hay has just been stacked in neat yellow bricks like some complex puzzle that needs to be solved. The shed’s full, it sits alone out there in the stark yellow paddock – pathetic edifice waiting to be torched or …

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