keywords: New Australian Poem

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Farmed out

    • Helen Hagemann
    • 25 October 2011

    He drew fear from flood and seedless sun. She traded contradiction for curves and valley hips, verdant sod of earth, reckless drift of goats. When the bailiff came, the end of lamb and beef, she clung to rock and let the salt erupt ...

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    You are not alone

    • Shane McCauley
    • 18 October 2011
    2 Comments

    Mist moves here, cloaking statues, mild giants that haunt and wait... the slave breathes towardhis freedom.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    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

    Amoral accountant

    • Maria Takolander
    • 04 October 2011

    Talk of morality is bad for rationality ... it's a derailment-factor, a self-sabotager, a barbecue-stopper, plain un-Australian ... I can help you leverage your life-goals, so that you can experience real change with improved results.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    'We will decide who comes here'

    • Peter Gebhardt
    • 27 September 2011
    2 Comments

    It might be an epitaph on a tombstone, or an ancient call to prayer ... Forget the ancestral trespassers, the heritage forbears, the gin and bitters people. They didn't ask, they just used their guns.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Chance meeting with an inventor

    • James Waller
    • 20 September 2011
    2 Comments

    Hans shows me an invention which magnifies letters for his failing eyes, so that still he may read, so that still the winds may turn the bronze art coins of his perception. Cobweb-like sculptures dream upon some shelves, poetry is the wing of his bird-like speech.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Sun blast Eucharist

    • Rory Harris
    • 06 September 2011

    the coast is jagged like a weeping cut .. the high end of town, pizza beer dusk ... it is here we have staked a life, counted off the steps and measured what it is we need ... hands dissolve in prayer.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Spider monk

    • Grant Fraser
    • 30 August 2011
    2 Comments

    Now he is pursed within the curl of his leaf, a monk at watch for those lost souls, whom he might trap in the sneer of his silken intentions.

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