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
Schlagwort: poems
Michaela A. Gabriel
Stray Splinters some day never only in a land where the sun rises in the west you’ll hurt no more than a needle scratching a clumsy love message in my heart or a stray splinter soaked in my morning milk (27 02 1998) under water the Great Fish In The Big Ocean is muttering to… Michaela A. Gabriel 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
Angelika Fremd
the dayshift (Kings Cross 13.11.97) in the gardens an ibis pries open a wad of butcher’s paper as if chipping into a motherlode. street cleaners hose gutters chocked with paraphernalia used in ecstatic rites the night before. driftwood-like, piles of ill-assorted belongings washed up on stone shores coset the sleeping, the near-dead. pigeons and seagulls… Angelika Fremd weiterlesen
David Hopkinson
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
Adam Aitken
Two Poems To a Hindu Goddess I drove her to a temple by the sea on a World Bank moped, a triple A rice spirit two hours late for a ceremony. She showed me a brochure her face on it, & practised a vengeful look in her handbag mirror. Chanting bamboo pages, annals & spells,… Adam Aitken weiterlesen
Michaela A. Gabriel
seven friday afternoon subway (31/01 & 01/02/97) friday afternoon subway and suddenly it seems to me i’m riding on a tram full of zombies dead eyes ears closed faded lipstick am i the only one alive a green-yellow-orange tie clashes with a red-blue jacket in despairing disharmony maybe that’ll wake them up dream #34 (13/02/97)… Michaela A. Gabriel weiterlesen
Vivien Eime
12 poems and two poèms en prose in time hurry the day when i may be out of the race say what i like spit peas out at night. perhaps this time will be gold methinks if it were my heart would breathe at last my tears might be less and my shoulder more able… Vivien Eime weiterlesen
Holly Lalena Day
Three Pieces Pat Buchanon Make me believe you, Pat Buchanon, icon preaching from the shaky t.v. screen, sandwiched between Kmart blue-light specials and ads condemning herion my own brand of shakes. Raise my body, cruciform from this nightmare of cold sweats and invisible centipedes this place empty of everything and nothing, the words „junky“ and… Holly Lalena Day weiterlesen
Nigel Roberts
In Casablanca for the waters As Brian Bell said Naked as – & today she is born – she strokes the hairy squab / to her mine of salt diamonds / then settles / back to the blue cushions Wie Brian Bell sagte Völlig nackt – & heute ist sie geboren – sie streicht die… Nigel Roberts weiterlesen