Keywords: Poe
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Jeremy Gadd
- 07 April 2020
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It was summer in the midst of drought. The earth was parched, impenetrably hard, and all about leaves fell like rain, clogging gutters and the drains. Leaves fell in clouds, curled and dry, and formed a carpet across the street that crunched beneath pedestrians’ feet.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Rory Harris
- 30 March 2020
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Melbourne in summer & the weather is grand & blazing, proof that global warming is real. At my age I allow myself to be surprised.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Lucy Alexander
- 23 March 2020
The floodplain is full of the black earth we are made of. All of the world’s particles pass through this zone: yours, too. Have them arranged so your heart can weigh in. Have them in order, crystallised and formatted. The light frothing up will hold your new name.
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RELIGION
- Antonio Castillo
- 22 March 2020
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Nicaraguan Ernesto Cardenal, Catholic priest, poet and revolutionary, was an essential figure of Latin American liberation theology. He died on March 1. He was 95. Cardenal’s spiritual life was the unyielding foundations of his country’s social and political struggle.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
Anchored in the treachery of sand, wearing waves until the snip of a certain comber shreds them landward. They call this weed. There are people here too busy in their pleasure. They stare further out across the stolid hungers of tankers queued to feed national necessity, rapacity.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Diane Fahey
- 09 March 2020
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I remember, in the small hours, a spill of arcane patterns on the glass — heart-sparks treasuries of hallowed grief, of yet-to-be-lived hope, sequestered in the infinite.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Wallace-Crabbe
- 02 March 2020
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From just up here, on the lip of mountain mileage, that pooling river mouth below, half salt but also hill-fresh, could seem a lagoon. On its low point, surmounting asphalt and breaking waters, sits the verandaed pub, a focus once of holiday shorescape.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Earl Livings
- 24 February 2020
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I circle the huge granite standing stone sunwise three times, as my ancestors did long before the designs of cranes and coins, of theory. ‘Tell me how and what they thought.’ No answer but the wheeling murmuration of a thousand starlings. A stubble field.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- David L Falcon
- 17 February 2020
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Beyond sunlit planes of sea and sand/Like the shade on my front lawn/Nightshadow creeps over continents/Cities light up in glowing clusters/While the deserts hide their campfires.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Najma Sambul
- 11 February 2020
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The group had come together by the chance enquiry from one churchgoer who asked another if they could dedicate time to this — to us. So, we clambered into a mini van with our meagre possessions, and the myths and half-truths we knew about Australia followed suit.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Andrew Hamilton
- 10 February 2020
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After the fire/they found a nail preserved in glass/and piles of dust and ash. After the fire/this place lost its memory/of trees cleared, a slab hut/of fences, a verandahed timber house/and a circle of orange trees.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Ross Jackson
- 03 February 2020
With blazes nearby, TV news bars well on fire, we human animals are panicked, feel the shudder of rotors above our roofs. Very soon thirsty helitankers will thunder down to drink from our neighbourhood lake. May we remember tomorrow, nothing will be more worried than pelicans in broken reeds, the night heron in its naked tree.
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