Mary Kennan Herbert

A Baptism Of Travel and Other Poems A BAPTISM OF TRAVEL Homer, is a long bus journey essential to a poet’s production? Perhaps ship or train or plane would do if we agree it should be in the dark in a narrow tube of thought flying or floating west into the promising night of raucous… Mary Kennan Herbert weiterlesen

Rudi Krausmann

Fragments I A man sits at the table near the sea. He eats spaghetti with a sweet tomato sauce. For a few seconds he touches the universe. Later he eats a piece of bread and smokes a cigarette. He reads a novel and listens to music. Later he takes his shoes off. If he is… Rudi Krausmann weiterlesen

Richard Allen

Epitaph for the Western Intelligentsia what we come round to in the end is that all our thinking has brought us nowhere that the trail-blazing journey has ended where it began that thought is at best a protection against further thought that the heathens we sought to save the masses to educate need neither our… Richard Allen weiterlesen

Adam Raffel

Multicultural Poems THE KADALAY WOMAN I walk in the sweltering heat to school Wearing a uniform designed for temperate conditions Passing beggars and vendors bear bodied in sarongs Selling mangoes I pass her in the park Under the baniyan tree Where she sits on her haunches Her mouth red with beetle nut She turns her… Adam Raffel weiterlesen

Don Maynard

New & Selected Poems Poem (for Ted Godwin) recalling always a relative unrelatedness organic accident of a painter remembering to fit words together/gather pieces of small screams of a guitar returning after dead ends burnt out to this point exhaustion of a city Athol Appel/Tom Silcock/Randal Till (odd names for aussie kids) explorations in the… Don Maynard weiterlesen

Jean-René Lassalle

Some conceptual obligations Some conceptual obligations written for Das Synthetische Mischgewebe in the greenhouse of memories under sapphire blue glass walls at this level of dream you promise to decorate-configure the sky by jumping above the house. he seemed to say I want to die says the playmaster who divided humanity in 150 archetypes with… Jean-René Lassalle weiterlesen

Shiloh

New Poems THE BIRD Feathers flew, the thrown body rolled over and over, a scent of a funeral spray filled the air. My stomach was squeezed like a wrung out washcloth, and I choked on the verdict. Yes, I saw the bird! And now I wonder if there was some intent struggling behind the steering… Shiloh weiterlesen

Walter Hoelbling

Lessons – Two Poems I. skirting reality coming to think of it the first woman to whom I ever had been very close must have been desperate to claim a father for her three-month child as yet unborn she came into my bed out of the blue with fierce determination the mission failed I was… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen

Jeremy Gadd

Tragedy The ancient Greeks believed that there were three goddesses who presided over human destiny. They called them Parcae—or the Fates. In an age of high infant mortality; when the practise of slavery was accepted by even the most enlightened of minds, Clotho presided over the lottery of birth, Lachesis determined longevity, and Atropos was… Jeremy Gadd weiterlesen

Mary Kennan Herbert

James Joyce goes to the beach Poseidon changed himself into a horse to mate with Demeter, who turned into a mare giving birth to Arion, a flying horse (horses and wings, an irresistible double dose of symbolic power). Whether the horse latitudes or Chincoteague ponies, a beguiling combination of marine and equine symbols emerges from… Mary Kennan Herbert weiterlesen