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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    A teacher's thoughts as the new year calls

    • John Kelly
    • 24 January 2023
    2 Comments

    Days shorten, time contracts, as school agendas / rise in gathering waves, break, surge, and cram / into the mind, intruding on the leisure / of swims, beach strolls, and jetty fishing, / and my marvelling at the blithe ease / of the local seabirds at their play / with wind drifts in a cloudless azure sky.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Any room?

    • John Kelly
    • 12 December 2022

    In all the rush, the crib’s still housed / from last year in the cupboard . . . I wonder / if in all our frantic preparations – beneath the toys, the tinsel, fairy lights / and all the other trinkets, decorations – there’s still within our hearts / and in our whole wide world, in all we plan and do, / even just a minute’s time for you?

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Rioting on the equinox

    • John Bartlett
    • 08 December 2022

    so across this bridge of days / lurks a hollowed-out light / picking over the shattered glass of streets /  a day when sun / apportions out / this impartial / where the cut & paste / the haste / of swallows is knitting up / all the available light.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Harlequin country

    • Paul Williamson
    • 16 November 2022
    3 Comments

    Along the tree lined rural highway / past paddocks where canola gleams / so cars stop for golden photographs / past paddocks where sheep graze / then clumps of darker remnant eucalypts / distant hills wear dancing patches of colour.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Gloria

    • Jamie Dawe
    • 03 November 2022

    Mum had unshakeable graciousness, although her hand executing cigarette /  ballet pirouettes put the fear of foreign emulsification in brothy ox tongue  soups / Strong foundations based on love, respect and loyalty with times of grieving — an empath for a neighbour or relative

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Light and darkness

    • Tony London
    • 18 October 2022

    Change of season is upon us, / hot unseasonal days have drained us, / human sponges squeezed by the hands / of humidity, but the nights are becomingcool, a relief for bodies and minds in need / of withdrawal and replenishment of deep sleep, but in all of this there is some wakefulness, and there are some choristers returned, in these dogwatch hours.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Bold type

    • Thuy On
    • 10 October 2022
    1 Comment

    We Helveticas are everywhere /  down subways across shopping centres / hey heyyying on dating apps / s(t)olid pillars / tempting you into our cult / be like us we can give you / unencumbered lines / soft smooth curves / respectability & ineffability

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Stray thoughts: Striving for solemnity

    • Andrew Hamilton
    • 03 October 2022

    In the last few weeks, we have been drowned, smothered or mired in words that have striven for solemnity. Such occasions as the death of Queen Elizabeth II and the various Grand Finals are held to transcend the everyday and so to demand elegiac or epic words. It is easy to laugh at the manifest failures to reach those heights, whether by Poets Laureate who should have known better, or by excitable journalists. There is, however, something endearingly human in the attempt.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    In praise of words

    • Ann Rennie
    • 28 September 2022
    1 Comment

    We celebrate wordsmiths, minor and major, whose gift it is to write the world for us / To create the nourishing broth, the alphabet soup, of words to work their magic / Words that exhort and advocate / That calm and soothe / Words on which to float away / Words for strength on another day.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    For my grandma

    • William Liu
    • 30 August 2022
    2 Comments

    I was reading / When you left. The news came / Thirteen hours late. So where were you / In that little space of time? Were you breathing softly / In my consciousness? / Should I keep you alive / In morning walks and birdsong, / The smell of braised pork, / And my every achievement?

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Why does poetry matter?

    • Andrew Hamilton
    • 25 August 2022
    11 Comments

    In most circles poetry doesn’t matter. It doesn’t put bread on the table, nor raise people to revolt nor even make news unless a grizzled footballer is outed for secretly writing poems. Even in churches poems and hymns are altered to improve their orthodoxy in matters of faith, gender, race or modernity, but rarely their poetic quality.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Warphabet

    • Barry Gittins
    • 15 August 2022
    1 Comment

    Allies atomique axis / bayonet blood bullet / catatonic courage cowards / digger deficit demobbed / edged embedded enemies.   

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