after Heather Christie
‘This place is a forest now,’ the woman said. Concrete blocks were being cracked apart by glorious mountain ash and yellow box. Our roads had become torrents cutting swathes through schoolyards and housing estates. There were jungle effects in the malls and wildness in the libraries.
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at every moment the beach re-writes itself out of nothing, waves form and fall an inundation of lowlands, a strew of corpses muttonbird, drinkbottle, a ship’s anchorContinue reading
More Farewells is Amelia Fielden’s eighth book of original tanka poetry in English. She’s also collaborated with other poets in six volumes, translated or co-translated 28 volumes of Japanese poetry and edited or co-edited seven anthologies of tanka verse — all in the last twenty years or so.
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Thrilled that my poem 8 ways to look at an octopus was joint winner of the South Coast Writers Centre / Wollongong Art Gallery Prize, for best response to a painting (or in this case sculpture) in the Ways to Water exhibition . Great to be in such talented company with the other poets and writers.
You can read more about the event here – and read the poem here.
Image: Octopus by Phyllis Stewart (2002) a weaving of soft twig sedge c/- Wollongong Art Gallery.
And for some cool minimalism, here’s Pat Metheny with Steve Reich’s Electric Counterpoint
On Sunday, I finally had a chance to make time to spend with, “Shorely.” It felt like going to church.
Thrilled to have my chapbook reviewed by the wonderful Msjadeli over at her blog – Taotalk where you’ll find much nourishing poetry, musings and music from one of WordPress’ most prolific and creative writers.
Image: Men reading their newspapers on a ferry, Sydney, 22 October 1940, photographer unknown, c/- State Library of NSW on Flickr (I’m sure they’re reading the poetry section of the Herald).
And to celebrate International Women’s Day here’s Joan Baez with her rendition of Joe Hill
“At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.” Pablo Neruda, Rain
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checks her phone as she scans my veg
house, backyard frontage
a gif of the picnic table
adrift
Peter Frankis writes 