Kategorie: Lit-Mag #15

International Literary Magazine – March 2000

Nanya Nyssen

Farewell Sydney, Farewell Dreamtime Farewell, land of blue skies, where seagulls float on warm currents of air, bleached white specks etched on the horizon. Farewell, scorched lands of no mercy, where a spark explodes to hellfire, devouring all in its path: the white ghost gum, branches like arms outstretched, begging for water; eucalyptus vapour like… Nanya Nyssen weiterlesen

Paul Hardacre

Four Poems John’s Gita russian ballet bookstore intersection of vulture & boundary shelves ache from the weight of summer palaces yachts state banquets troops in review gold & lapis lazuli the river god Lennon carried aloft trademark specs ramshackle palanquin & saffron-clad ju-ju devotees eyes down absorbed in text eunuchs bound in green muslin the… Paul Hardacre weiterlesen

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Ruark Lewis

something just in case I die autopoem1. JUST IN CASE IN CASE IN CASE NATURALLY ENOUGH, ENOUGH OF IT NATURALLY ENOUGH A GOOD THING WHEN, IT SEEMS AND SURPRISE, AGHAST WHEN, IT SEEMED A SURPRISE THEN ALL OF IT THEN ALL OF IT WENT SUN-STRUCK THROUGH YOUR FUCKING FACE THING IN THE NATURE OF ITSELF… Ruark Lewis weiterlesen

Michaela A. Gabriel

Five Poems nursery fingertips focus on careful shapes, odd colours rectangular sounds tentacle their ways around red-cheeked rooms babies‘ eyes scream with dreams unheard of i swallow blithe bubbles, meandering mouthfuls of life and push the darkness back into sunlit corners orange crush on evenings when the sun sips orange crush i fall in love… Michaela A. Gabriel weiterlesen

Grant White

Foundering The voyager in the foundry amidst the hot pots of metal, cooling in shafts of internal light, slowly darker, was finding the origins unclear and less than helpful. The foundryman, overalled and bucket fisted stares amused. A cigarette’s glowing coal drooping from his mouth. He points to the ladle, a crucible laden with the… Grant White weiterlesen

Mark Pregartbauer

Sandburg Sie sind Kinder am Strand, die lachend vermögen die unüberschaubare Masse feuchter Sandkörner zu ordnen. Majestätisch überschattet nach getaner Arbeit dann eine Sandburg dunkel den flach abfallenden Strand, keine Welle erreicht das kunstvolle Gebilde, ehrfurchtsvoll, angesichts der spitzen Türme, den sorgsam modellierten Zinnen die auf der Wehrmauer die Burg umspannen, wagt sich salziger Schaum… Mark Pregartbauer weiterlesen

Eddie Vukovic

Shadows of the Soul The night was alive. He watched as revellers brushed past him. He watched the lights as they shone blue and red, gold and green. He watched as streamers cascaded from the sky, twirling rhythmically along the air currents. His eyes were drawn to the limitless possibilities of the city. Moving steadily… Eddie Vukovic weiterlesen

Marcus Poettler

herbstzeitlosigkeit exit: moon wir enden sag‘ gibt es eine nacht? wir denken ungewiss so viel menschen im universum neben mir frisst unersättlich mein auge gegenübersitzend eine droge erzähle mich sucht erzählt im gnadenlosen kuss abends morgends frühstück abschied gnadenschuss ungeschlafen im seichten licht birgt mein mund ein lächeln wie lächelt ein lächeln nicht

Christina Conrad

Poems not for Stoneking To Paola down 2 flights of stairs i fall into your room your jewels of lapis lazuli & amber lie in the dust your black knickers are thrown over books of knowledge by the legs of your desk a naked heater grins a kauri cupboard spills velvet dresses whispering of love… Christina Conrad weiterlesen