Keywords: Australian Poem
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 06 September 2011
the coast is jagged like a weeping cut .. the high end of town, pizza beer dusk ... it is here we have staked a life, counted off the steps and measured what it is we need ... hands dissolve in prayer.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Grant Fraser
- 30 August 2011
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Now he is pursed within the curl of his leaf, a monk at watch for those lost souls, whom he might trap in the sneer of his silken intentions.
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RELIGION
- Frank Brennan
- 30 August 2011
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The faith of the Irish in politics, economics and religion is at a low ebb, and for the most understandable of reasons. It is not a famine, but it is mighty grim. There are tens of thousands coming here under the 457 visa and the Irish Working Holiday Visa.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 23 August 2011
5 Comments
Even your Trinitarian faith .. Can serve as food .. For those of us who blandly lack .. Such nourishment, or at our back .. Hear the vague tread, the clickety-clack .. Of those great stories .. And gorgeous King James Bible prose.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- James McPherson
- 16 August 2011
9 Comments
'You've got a wicked mind, Padre.' 'All the wickeder for seeing you.' Enter Big Nurse. Big Needle. Big Sleep. I check the stopwatch when I wake. I do not tell Big Nurse her response time is a personal best.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Margaret McCarthy | Jennifer Compton
- 09 August 2011
7 Comments
There are weary smiling workers recovering from a Thursday night event. There are men planning this, the second weekend, with their family. There are married couples — one in the throes of giving up hope of being touched, the other working hard to ensure the weekend is chaste.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brian Doyle
- 02 August 2011
7 Comments
She lived in an alcove outside Saint Brigid's Church. She had been an artist. She drank. She married a man who slept on the avenue, not near the church; he didn't like the church, said it talked to him at night in a stern rumble. He beat her. Her name was Grace.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Warrick Wynne
- 26 July 2011
2 Comments
The light is falling away with the tide, but the dark shapes are birds going somewhere. the bubbles in the sand small breaths rising into the air ...
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Michael Sharkey and Barry Gittins
- 19 July 2011
Bought after the wreckage of a shoaled first marriage, the becalmed, calming painting survived a bachelor's anchorage, flotsam and jetsam, to find love. Peace. Safe, prized harbour under muted tiles and a stultifying light orb.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Ian C. Smith
- 12 July 2011
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His mother quoted Shakespeare, preferred her husband to their children, placing her faith in him, gin, and ghosts ... When she turned up breast cancer's card she hugged her suffering to herself.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brook Emery and Rodney Wetherell
- 05 July 2011
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Awful to think of her lying in that polished box, plump though somewhat wasted. It's a mercy, someone's bound to say, yet tearful Bill may not agree.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jordie Albiston
- 21 June 2011
5 Comments
Prayer has not prevailed. She sits silent without lover or friend: she slumps in her blackened skirts: she slumps in black dust: she slumps in her black that was green.
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