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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Submarine Catholic

    • Various
    • 26 May 2015
    4 Comments

    Fifty years ago well after my baptism my first holy communion & my confirmation I would have likely said – practising Catholic. Most friday nights back then I’d find myself with Father kneeling before him on the carpeted step of the confessional box my little red face pressed upwards to the grille.

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    Children breathe the air of protest

    • Various
    • 04 September 2012

    Children need to walk together, arm in arm with strangers, wear badges of hope and T-shirts with lifelines, sing words of wisdom and history, chant choric responses of camaraderie in a mass movement of human voices. Understand the justice of causes and the constant need for change.

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    Canary in a nursing home

    • Louise McKenna
    • 31 July 2012
    3 Comments

    At times the music holds him still, and a jonquil light beams through two pinholes in his brain, singing of a caged soul.

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    Syria's massacre of innocence

    • Various
    • 19 June 2012

    The hands which pressed triggers, wielded knives at innocent throats, were once the gentle sons of others playing in sand pits, shadowed from scorching winds, while I ferried my own to schoolyard bunkers and safe horizons.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Last of the cat poems

    • Karl Cameron-Jackson and Mike Hopkins
    • 06 March 2012
    5 Comments

    With fresh blood in your mouth you are no longer cat, house-trained to please. Now you kill wantonly, revel in the fear you invoke in others. Man was created, just like you, to run free in the killing-fields ... Is this what God meant you to be? To revert to what you once were?

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    Learning to walk and to dance

    • Various
    • 13 December 2011
    2 Comments

    When I last saw you, still horizontal, interrogating the floor, you'd begun reversing Kafka — a slow transformation from beetle to vertical human. Powered by a new locomotion, you steer yourself towards the stereo; music erupts into your world, is taken entirely for granted.

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    A mother should not know her offspring too well

    • Various
    • 11 October 2011

    She would be aghast, at the weeping litany of my sins... From the moment the apron string is cut, we are free to be. And to bring, make or undo, whatever the hell we want to.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Working mum's bar blues

    • M. L. Emmett
    • 28 June 2011
    3 Comments

    This woman is omnipotent. A working mother with dark shadowed eyes. She offers nothing more than serving drinks and mopping up the mess men leave behind, working stoical hands planted on the bar ready for action, ready for anything.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Memo to corporate pigs

    • Ouyang Yu and Barry Gittins
    • 05 October 2010
    4 Comments

    No good deed goes unplagiarised; no noteworthy scheme leaves the department unharvested. Lack the intellectual capital to spend on an informed decision? Set multiple minions to work then cherry pick the outcomes, signing off with your own trotter.

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    The boy who thought he was Jesus

    • Morag Fraser
    • 17 September 2010
    3 Comments

    Part memoir, part travelogue, and part apologia, Exposure is also the diary of a young man suffering from a form of obsessive-compulsive disorder which manifests in excruciating symptoms. More interesting, and more agonising, is his driven response to poverty and to suffering when he encounters it.

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    Enemy volcanoes

    • Ouyang Yu
    • 25 May 2010

    Some volcanoes are dead bigtime .. Be careful: Don't go near them .. They spit

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    Easter poems

    • Jeff Klooger, Rory Harris and Janette Fernando
    • 07 April 2009
    4 Comments

    In Rembrandt's painting, the risen Christ .. wears a jaunty hat ... So roguish! .. So impious! Impish, even! .. He has come to greet his girlfriend .. Mary Magdalene

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