Sex separated from religious song

New Australian poems


You knew that I would love you
and you whispered to my reach.

I lay a kiss on you
beside the sea.

I learned
that it is good
to have fallen
like an angel.


While I was dying I learned how to live.
I found the old red doors behind which everything
comes together silently with candles and height.
I found the water from the well, cool and holy;
the road, the dirty road, the adorable mountains, the sea-road,
the song, the lovely danger, all while I was dying,
all while I picked up this habit in my home-dirt, my hunger for the origins,
and learned here how to live.

John Falzon


Cat whisperer

wearer of itchy mohair turtlenecks
tofu cooker, stir-fryer
enthusiastic woodpusher
biter of the exposed arm or hand
contrite apologist of toothmarks
knitter of scarves
& an interminable crocheted quilt

reader of books and Facebook
nuzzler, hummer
cat whisperer
confessor of obvious secrets
practiced auto-conversationalist
mourner of other people's lost pets
bike rider and cycling evangelist
maker of exquisite duck-faces

Sean Goedecke


Sushi and the food court

How you love courting me around the food court
The court is our playground
Eating sushi grounds us
As we do the rounds
And find food abounds

Isabella Fels


To whom it may concern

'I was dreaming that I loved you, until you woke me up.
now my flowers grow in somebody else's garden, for little girls to love.
It was my imagination that you loved me back,
but you picked another flower, you kissed another girl
now my heart is empty, broken down on the side of the road,
and I wonder who will stop to help me.'

'I'm lucky to have you as a friend,
your friendship means the world to me,
like the yellow rose of friendship that was in the chapel when we meditated.
It's also the rose of jealousy, but I'm not envious,
and I wont get drunk on your champagne eyes.
It's the year of the poet, and poetry's all we've got.
I won't let myself get hurt by you.
My heart's not a sweet to be sucked.
Some are starving and some are fat,
but you think I'm some puppy dog with my tongue hanging out.'

Peta Edmonds


On wondering about the close cousin of religious passion

Their need for intimacy is what drives men on
And women too though they are better at it
So little wonder that religious song

Touching our hearts with resonance and long
History in our blood we can't combat it
Our need for intimacy driving on

With outcomes showing us where we belong
We grow to crave for more become erratic
Drunk on all that wonder in the song

And closer to each other so the throng
Brings oldest feelings down from musty attic
Their un-replenishment can drive them on

Until fully aroused they can't see wrong
From right hear no longer our didactic
That sex best separated from religious song

They're hooked no longer hear the church's gong
The stories or the insights that beget it
Real need for intimacy drives them on
A bare heartbeat from chaste religious song

Jill Sutton 

John Falzon headshotDr John Falzon is a political sociologist, poet and author of The Language of the Unheard (2012). He is Chief Executive Officer of the St Vincent Paul Society National Council of Australia.  

Sean Goedecke headshotSean Goedecke is a creative writing student at the University of Melbourne. He writes non-fiction for WeekendNotes and poetry for anywhere that will have him. 

Isabella Fels headshotIsabella Fels is a Melbourne poet and writer. Her topics include her own particular illness schizophrenia. She has been published in various publications including Positive Words, Mental Illness Voice, The Big Issue and The Record. 

Peta Edmonds headshotPeta Edmonds is studying a diploma in professional writing and editing. She came first in her novel writing class with a novel she is working on called Tramspotting. 

Jill Sutton headshotJill Sutton's recent poetry collection, Villanelles (Ginninderra Press, 2012), expresses some more of her thoughts about the world which she views at the moment from her home in Canberra.  

Topic tags: new australian poems, John Falzon, Sean Goedecke, Isabella Fels, Peta Edmonds, Jill Sutton



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