Tag: poetry
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I was but a helpless witness.
I was but a helpless witness
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Smoke Encrypted Whispers: Poetry Book Review
Review by Stacey O’Carroll Author: Samuel Wagan Watson Publisher: UQP RRP: $19.99 Release Date: Out now “it spilled out onto the bitumen like the bursting stomach of a consumed beast the writer’s black suitcase bleeding onto the pavement…” (The Writer’s Suitcase) Initially published in 2004 and winner of the NSW Premier’s Literary…
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You never can tell
Tell no one, one of us is lying.
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Cut Corner
I have seen borders.
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More Than Hope
There’s a twang in the air, a swell.
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When you buy a second-hand poetry book on eBay
you had your doubts, but hell, it was so cheap,
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Portraits of Drowning: Poetry Book Review
Review by Stacey O’Carroll Author: Madeleine Dale Publisher: UQP RRP: $24.99 Release Date: 3 September 2024 “Imagine Mary, waiting ten days by the yellow house as if waiting for inspiration — for the same raw-breeze must who turns oak leaves over and breaks windfall fruit from its branch.” The Poet in Water Poetry…
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Blue
Blue sorrowing over losing you.
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Class: Book review.
By Antonia Cassetta. The poetry anthology Class, edited and sent in to Other Terrain by the reputable Les Wicks, is an enlightening collection that highlights the systemic plights of contemporary society. It tackles neoliberal capitalism unflinchingly, in a way that is undeniably human, breaking down the borders we have built up and wrongly attributed…
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Dandelions
By Stacey O’Carroll.
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Marble and Bronze.
By Jena Woodhouse. “Antinous” and “The Charioteer” Delphi Archaeological Museum At Delphi, in clear winter light, the season of Dionysos, the halls echo with cries and whispers blurring into word- lessness, limestone being sound’s ideal conductor for the dramatists, the solid marble structure paying lip service to this, trapping swarms of voices in…
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Lulu in LA.
By Kate Maxwell.
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Close to the Edge
By Mary Pomfret When I was seven and sweet I lived on the west coast, rugged and dark Rainforest, devils, possum ringtail, hanging from the pines. Benign neglect, disguised as love, was commonplace back then. Mother would have been knitting booties for the next baby, Father tinkering in the shed. So, I…
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Over-dreaming
By Jane Frank Poems fall into my inbox from people I’ve never met home-baked cookies cool, the dog, ecstatic we’re home rolling in fallen lilly pilly flowers beneath a vibrant fickle sun the silver underside of gazania foliage sparkling with a new energy – It’s a blessing that your father…
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My husband’s grandfather, the jeweller
By Denise O’Hagan So we may find ourselves Taking on other people’s memories Slipping on the mantle of their lives Until they become part of us And walk where we walk, Second-hand shadows, Like the memory of my husband’s memory, when we went back, of that fastidious courteous man who dealt in heirlooms and timepieces…
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Who am I?
By Wendy Dunn My mother told me, ‘You’ll be a wife and mother Just like me Good girls don’t sleep with men But wait for the ring
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Bully me
By Sarah Giles Why do you think I am so different from you? My pain and my failings are no different to you. Why do you think I don’t feel what you do? The rejection and depression it haunts me too.
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Noha*
By Kainat Azhar Knife in my hand, I fight with the ravens. They visit me when I am alone, I loathe them for interrupting my mental painting of yours. My ribs have been tied by a chain made of gold. I sing to insomnia and call it sleep.
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Quiet.
By Oscar O’Neill-Pugh The rays shrink. The sun creeps back. Quiet. The night, it clings to us all. Its long digits holding still our ears, It’s icy breath caressing our skin. Whatever you do, Don’t resist. Whatever you do, Don’t interrupt it. Don’t light it up. Never startle it.
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To your arms
By Oscar O’Neill-Pugh I can’t bring myself to believe, In a particular God. It shakes me to my very core, To know that I won’t. How I wish I had the faith, To abide by fanatic dogma. How I wish I had the strength, To discover my truth.