Sure it’s meant
to be abstracted at some level.
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poetry
Morgenspaziergang
The lagoon is full of machines: small ones in the reeds
tocks and bocks, little clocks; a larger one maybe a fox (!) Continue reading
Lions in the rain
Starlight Circus, Warrawong, 10 October 2018
The chicken wire holds the savannah down,
rain drips on their musty manes. Continue reading
the blank page
I find myself to be a dromedary
That has run short of water Continue reading
Friday favourites – 23 November 2018
Aotearoa Poet Laureate (2017-19) Selina Tusitala Marsh recently visited Australia for the 2018 Sydney Writers Festival. Here she is discussing the future of the Commonwealth (it’s kinda like the EU but with more colonial baggage) and her writing. Continue reading
The Naturalist
1. The Shore
A pelican frame,
the great wings hung, Continue reading
The New Continent
What country, friends, is this?
Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc 2
another tourist-priced town,
shacks upscaled in treated pine and Colorbond® Continue reading
Elegy for the Bramble Cay Melomys
Once upon…
Once upon and
once again – Continue reading
Nonet – 2nd rain (inundation)
it’s
just like
you, always
way overboard. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 