Kitsch Postcards Australia’s Australia. Australia is. I am an Australian. I am. Is. an Australian. Lucky, sunburnt, kangaroo, koala, wombat. Young, possible, Sydney Tower, K mart, satellite. Tough, courageous, Gallipoli, pioneer, the land. Easy going, carefree, beach, sun. Future pacing the edges of, maps, souvenirs, an order, undecaying, of ownership, sense and law. space. youth.… Amanda Stewart weiterlesen
Schlagwort: poetry
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
Billy Marshall-Stoneking
Bush Poems Passage The oldest man in the world wears shoes. The oldest man in the world has a cowboy hat on his head. The oldest man in the world speaks to me in English. He rides in motor cars. His body: fluid, capable—a perfect shock absorber. One tooth knocked out in front, a red… Billy Marshall-Stoneking 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
Christopher Stolle
Indiana Poet This Happens When Your Lover Leaves To Her Deep down, somewhere on the surface, there is fear seeping from an earmarked cloose vein. Chunks of nightmares and drama traumas glob from the gaping, disconnected cylinder flux. Blood rains across the silky innards, refreshing this half-cadaver from possible drought crops. In these valleys and… Christopher Stolle weiterlesen
David Hopkinson
My Beautiful Laundrette Affixed to the wall Below my flat Is the welcoming sign Of the laundromat LAUNDRY 7 DAYS Come rain or shine Remove life’s stubborn stains $4 a time Invisible mending Of love’s bullet holes Spiritual cleansing For odd socks And lost souls Flathunting one day On Glebe Point Road I spotted this… David Hopkinson weiterlesen
Walter Hoelbling
Selected Poems Berlin 1990 right in the eye of history I walk among the crowds that taste the absence of confinement an unfamiliar space between the band stands on the avenues where people test a freedom newly won still strange as yet in need of daily reassurance crossing and recrossing the big gate and the… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen
Jurgis Janavicius
The Promised Poems TOWN OF FATE Conscious of the trouser leg smearing the blood all over my shin and sock I watched the sunset: walls of yellow and gold changing /O town of my fate! / into red and grey RETURN AT DUSK In summer when the bats fanned out at dusk across the waters… Jurgis Janavicius weiterlesen
Shiloh: All American Poetry
The Dot I saw one lonely balloon, colouring a humble sky, growing smaller into a drifting red dot. I, too, grew smaller and smaller wasting away from the eye of the balloon, appearing like a dot, only in a different place. Skin and Bones The fresh skin is not bruised, nor the growing bones broken.… Shiloh: All American Poetry weiterlesen