Virtual Offerings On the Motorway of Life On the motorway of life I shall rest my weary wheels At your service station I shall drink From the waters Of your automatic Coke dispenser And take nourishment From your plastic, greasy Artificially sweetened, mass produced Over-processed, chemically enhanced Additive-enriched, portion-controlled Nutrition-free apology for food Groaning in… David Hopkinson weiterlesen
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Beth Spencer
Doing the Rock : June 1984 the bus took off without me and I was missing you [flashback] drinking gin on the flight from Cairns – ‚trash can?‘ said the American across the aisle – ‚rubbish bin‘ said the hostess and pointed to a paper bag had the plane to ourselves our postcards and politeness… Beth Spencer weiterlesen
Julian Faber
A Little Knowledge… „So, ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is conclusive proof – in the DNA strands of all participants in the test – of the existence of Past Lives,“ the speaker said, looking over his glasses at the assembled audience, before looking back at his notes. The crowd was silent for a… Julian Faber weiterlesen
Vivien Eime
Instructions Towards Joy The Tragedy of Vivien Eime Instructions Towards Joy Performance Piece how is it possible to offload history take the multitudal hooks of sadness and depart whooooosh through tears or rinsed out through the ears of friends. we receive no specific instructions toward joy are merely directed toward good that is warned away… Vivien Eime weiterlesen
Pam Brown
New Poems This & That (I cite myself) Resting like a relic in a field of meaning – push the rocks around for transformation – gravel rash, scab, scar, all factors that fall squarely. (like that) those well-known codes – public-private continuum – a surveyor’s tripod clacks – the laneway, reduced & framed, is picturesque… Pam Brown weiterlesen
Sylvia Petter
Apple of Paradise In the spring of 1974, Anna got her first job – translating cooperation and security in Geneva. Like the pale-green stalks of a young tomato plant, European cooperation was fragile and needed nurturing. Tomatoes, when she noticed them at all, came wrapped in tight transparency, supermarket perfect, red balls in straight rows… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Louis Armand
The Prague Connection Ariadne’s Thread after the long night her arms like an astrological map full of endless zeroes … without knowing why she takes the dulled constellation of her eyes & offers them up to her dealer in kings cross– she says that if she can have one more hit she’ll hide it somewhere… Louis Armand weiterlesen
Anthony Lawrence
Country Poems Cro-Kill We had this stuff that Wayne found in the shed: a tin of white powder called CRO-KILL. It had POISON in big red letters on the label. Wayne said his dad used it for killing crows. Pissy Paul the overseer had shot a bullock and left it out in the horse paddock,… Anthony Lawrence weiterlesen
Shiloh
Illinois Poet An Old Watch I only saw the back of her and from a distance her slim, shapely body, her blonde hair curled under a large, brim, straw hat, and her colourful, sporty clothes looked young and lovely. Nearing her I noticed the brown spots along her arms where her hair stood up, like… Shiloh weiterlesen
Tanya Marwood
Expat Expatriate So, here am I – expatriate Stranger to this land. I feel the searing winds of loneliness Blow fire, then frost across my heart. Can I endure the emptiness – The trackless desert within? Who will help me? To whom can I turn? In a shattering of comforting illusion, There’s the terrible wave… Tanya Marwood weiterlesen