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michael dransfield

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September 1948....read more

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Poets

  • 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

Review

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 ... ...read review

Poems

The Stormfront West of Bungendore by Alan Gould

There had been azure mountains lazing in their distance.
Now in a rush they've slipped their delicate profiles,
vanished, like boys enlisting in a passing army.
The scraggly woods have joined as well.
Only the blond hill is sharp and motionless.

For days our south horizon has been hoarding them,
these blue grandees returning in their kept rage,
moving now with such intent and thoroughness,
dragging up the south like a baggage train. ... more

Hawes by Philip Salom

I tie again my leather apron, walk
into the shadows at the wall's base
and creak upwards on wooden stairs
into dawn and the day, the sun
come swaddled in light, radiant
through Eucalypts, their freshest oil.

Below, closer than flowing paddocks
yellow-robed with wheat, the town,
handful of rocks on a plain, ... more