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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

Sex Plot by Philip Hammial

One link missing: the eleventh. A switch,
therefore, in tactics: amalgamate
confessions, insist that no mistake
is too adept. If you're their foil,
so what. Most marginal
emergencies are. So nook
therefore! And cranny! After broth
the soup is steep. It staves
& straightens off & makes
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The Frozen Sea by John Kinsella

having cut a hole whose size
is as big as we can make it, we peel
away the light and submerge ourselves.
that darkness lay below the ice
(excepting the shadow of light)
seemed strange: I had always thought ice
to be clear, nothing more than a misted
transparency; and though assured
from memory that there was none
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