Keywords: Ten Short Poems
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
Have this photograph ... In the body strewn pavement see the cardboard huts. Digitally processed. Glossy finish. As I rattle my tin, may it rattle your conscience?
READ MORE 
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
Her deep eyes glance up from the page
without perceiving me, the hidden camera trained
on her by my unbroken gaze.
READ MORE
-
MEDIA
- Philip Harvey
- 27 March 2012
19 Comments
Free dictionaries on the internet are often bland and incomplete, while those that are complex and exhaustive require a credit card. Quality comes at a price, and this is an increasing educational issue. Rich institutions and individuals can pay for the words we all use, while others cannot, or just do not.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
Christmas for crabs; their island blooms with a rare largesse of flesh mashed to pulp on rocks — such 'palatable human refuse'.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Thomas Shapcott
- 14 June 2011
2 Comments
He was deaf as a lamppost in the end, so that he never heard a note of it. We listen still, and we hear the sound of what it was like to be alone. We are surrounded. After all these years we have to believe that god was important.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
You can't have your cake if it's eaten. Or your cooked goose if it's no good for a gander. Golden eggs are useless in a fragile economy. And what goes up must keep going.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
Lost — Waiting for Spring — God owes me Royalties — Niche — Folding & Flying — Judas and Jezebel — Donne captains a ship of fools — Home — Loose Change — election
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
Definitely simian features beneath those whiskers ... definitely a great big hairy chest .. Beneath that stiff Victorian coat.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
The sun is a hot body. It warmly makes love to me.
READ MORE
-
RELIGION
- Frank Brennan
- 18 August 2009
1 Comment
Before the mission was established here, the local Aboriginal community of 200 persons was forced to host 1000 convicts from the mainland for eight years. I daresay not all the convicts were easy-going beachcombers.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jonathan Shaw
- 03 July 2009
2 Comments
The great wave of Utegate has passed over us, leaving Malcolm Turnbull
on the sands, chastened but apparently unrepentant, and far from
exhausted. Reports
of his political death are manifestly exaggerated.
READ MORE
-
ARTS AND CULTURE
- Gabrielle Bridges
- 28 May 2008
1 Comment
One of the teenage mums writes poetry. The Goths are into dragons and wizards. A girl in a wheelchair says, 'Melanie. A novel.' A tattooed youth drawls, 'Sean. Dirty realism.' Reading work aloud is voluntary but most are keen.
READ MORE