keywords: New Australian Poetry

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Dangers of democracy

    • Various
    • 17 May 2011

    You ... are a man of steel with an impotent nation in your care: talk peace; but make strong allies everywhere.

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    The other me

    • Various
    • 10 May 2011
    1 Comment

    No longer on useless shopping sprees .. No longer overeating .. Knowing the difference between right and wrong .. Singing a happy song .. Bright and cheery .. No longer dull and dreary .. A brand new woman

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    Birdwatcher's odyssey

    • Diane Fahey
    • 03 May 2011
    3 Comments

    those hypnotic swerves, a mark of dominion like all else: its height, its eight-foot span, its primeval patience. The eagle turned, an archer's bow; became a bold emblem that could impress the red seal on a document of war; rip out an eye.

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    The coarse brass voice of the Vespa

    • Various
    • 11 April 2011
    2 Comments

    Hushed joggers puff their discretion, German ladies impose their Kaiser bulk onto the graceful belligerence that is Tai Chi, a Vespa falters for an instant. An early promenade.

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    The ambiguity of touch

    • Various
    • 04 April 2011

    When is touch .. invasion of privacy? ... To touch another .. is to send .. some intimation .. subliminal blatant .. casual or deeply meant ... When is restraint .. the protocol?

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    Gospel truths in children's stories

    • Various
    • 22 March 2011

    What's more unfeasible? The dim prospect of churches selling off real estate to house and feed and clothe the homeless, or elephants, webskidding with zeal?

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    Faith in the dark

    • Alex Skovron
    • 08 March 2011

    Once omnipotent night slid over the campsite to reveal nothing beyond a black more dazzling than any darkness could contain, all we could do was inhale an immense presence touching everything, which we called faith.

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    Asylum seeker's goodbye

    • Various
    • 01 March 2011

    It was hard to look back .. for hot desert sands were stinging her eyes .. quickly obscuring aging parents .. waving forlornly from the terminal ... It was hard to cry .. for the three year old .. abducted and murdered .. now decaying in a corner of the family vault.

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