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michael dransfield

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September more



  • Amanda Stewart

    Amanda Stewart

    Amanda Stewart was born in 1959. She began writing and performing poetry in the late ... more
  • joanne burns as a child, Bondi, 1940s, photograph courtesy the author

    joanne burns

    joanne burns was born in Vaucluse, Sydney, in 1945, and grew up in Sydney’s eastern ... more
  • Laurie Duggan, Faversham 2007

    Laurie Duggan

    Laurence James Duggan was born in South Melbourne in 1949. In the late 1960s and ... more
  • Bruce Beaver, Manly NSW, 1984, photo by John Tranter

    Bruce Beaver

    Bruce Beaver was born in the Sydney seaside suburb of Manly on 14 February 1928. ... more


Interview: Pam Brown, January-March 2014

Why do you write poetry? That really is a tough question. I doubt that I'll give you a very interesting answer -   I can only sound glib. For me writing poetry might be a habit, or a disorganised ritual.   I've done it all my life, since around the age of seven - I started with lists. It's partly a way of notating my thinking. I suppose it's also a kind of irreligious vocation - one with hardly a skerrick of remuneration. How do you read? Diversely, but very consciously. I usually have three or four things that I'm ... review


Temporal by Jill Jones

hard-up on nothingness with my unloved notebooks
tokens, desert island discs, my biblio stigma

fallible, leafy, not-knowing, stretched
my seminal despair grinding my breath

a minstrel nerve twists in the yarn of the dice
diffusing into my colloquial bloodstream

bold and alone, my feverish sympathy ... more

Thirty-six: Cecilia by Paul Hetherington

No easy words between the three of us.
He is closed like a first, my daughter's closed,
and I cannot reverse the thrust of this
with anger or with weeping. He mocks me
with ‘all the failure of our stupid lives’
but does not answer any one concern—
what I loved in him is nearly gone.

In this no-place and blank-staring place,
this place that is all loss, but dry of tears, ... more