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Month: February 2019

A Pound And A Cup Of Tea

Posted on 28/02/2019 by john keast

His chest is pale and thin Water circles his eyes This great life is closing in He said he shore and fenced, broke horses on ploughed ground, the folded earth nature’s pillow He knew the characters: the man from the Outback, the wily boundary rider He recalls it all How he got a quid for…

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let me be cool

Posted on 26/02/201904/03/2019 by Mark Prisco

if i don’t hit the mark tonight, it’s finished. everything is. i hyperbolate but only a little bit.  * omg,   Yes! we have a future together.   i can’t even make a doctor’s visit w/out fuss- a/miss. i curse at the level of my breath like they weren’t meant to hear it but they do….

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A Freshet of Consciousness…

Posted on 25/02/2019 by Sommer Cullingford

I haven’t left this dream in weeks, plucking words from threads of web and positioning them perfectly in nests of nowhere. There’s been this ebb; you’ve seen it, you felt it – I felt it when I first looked out and saw the wet snakeskin stretched, and the rivulets in gusts of sun shifting over…

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Bellies Tight With Beer and Mutton

Posted on 22/02/2019 by john keast

This high up the gorge, the sun is a stranger It sweeps over the water to bathe the plains, forgetting always the flinty broken faces planted by glaciers The cold river is squeezed tight by stone then sighs as it unfolds on hot stone to form lit wayward streams Beyond, men sleep on striped kapok…

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Orca

Posted on 20/02/201928/04/2020 by Dean English

Two blue and yellow Ferryboat which take people to look at Whales are coming in quickly; a third soon  as their tours conclude, coinciding  with a sea change as the wind gets up.  Where I sit, with the Work-safe  Course pen, late afternoon, before cricket  practise, I can see to the nearest city.  I can’t…

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Memories Etched

Posted on 15/02/2019 by Dove Grey

I, too, have journeyed to green and envious, Unknown rocks. In cloaks, boots, and with daggers, So that funerals rung out the sound Of those defeated, rumored armies.   Far off in dusk we must in a lonesome past… But where have you gone? Wherefore you go? Will you drop out? Or stick in thick…

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last of the just

Posted on 14/02/201914/02/2019 by Mark Prisco

i don’t touch the flame much, open the gates, but when the mood takes me –   i’m held, a relic of the war, scrawled-on for decades; a keepsake.   withdraw: how many times have i crawled, stung from spite   because of hurt? like a child. tonight i’m tempted by the flowers   slaked…

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Hightail Highway.

Posted on 14/02/2019 by Sommer Cullingford

Fretting whales of sod dressed in sheets of honey, sly in green with white flags, trembling to be seen. Atop those swollen bites I spy tiny boats nodding on the eden sea’s swooning – streamers skirting the ring. Tracing its crown, I find freedom snaking out from beneath the city’s seed soiled harlot-hems. Turned, I am…

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Deserted

Posted on 12/02/2019 by emjay

Drowned for drought is desert’s dream. An inch more meant than it might seem. Your thirst. You’re parched. Your mercenary. Your worry. You’re darkness. Watch out for me.

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i’m forever blowing bubbles

Posted on 08/02/201915/02/2019 by Mark Prisco

I shall attend, one day soon, in a suit, your funeral.   I’m sick too, but it isn’t terminal, although it is actually.   I cycle home from the shop & – Yo, Priscoe.   Thought I was someone else, someone good. You made me   forget myself. c/o   30 Aurora Terrace Hillcrest Hamilton…

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Our Day

Posted on 06/02/2019 by Nicholas Alexander

Peace in our land Volcanoes paused while we sort our shit Put down our weapons and take up pens to sign on double-sided velum their marks their false promises and our lands at stake our children sold into mediocrity slaves of the false empire that pretends to shrive but shrivels while we grow Our land…

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emerald in black

Posted on 06/02/2019 by peterlebaige

At Jason’s funeral today seeing his mum who is in her eighties reminded me the Chinese saying ‘White hair seeing off black hair’ meaning the pain of a parent burying their child. Fare you well in that other world, brother Jason, the owls are weeping here. emerald in black for JJ ‘Emerald Black’ RIP you…

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