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Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September more



  • Dorothy Porter 2008, portrait by Juno Gemes©

    Dorothy Porter

    Dorothy Porter was born in Sydney on 26 March 1954. She attended Queenwood School for ... more
  • Roberta ("Bobbi") Sykes, photo courtesy University of Queensland Press

    Roberta Sykes

    Roberta ‘Bobbi’ Sykes was born about 1944 in Townsville, Queensland. Raised by a white mother, ... more
  • Ada Cambridge

    Ada Cambridge was born on 21 November 1844 in Norfolk, England, the daughter of a ... more
  • E. J. Brady

    Edwin James Brady was born on 7 August 1869 at Carcoar, near Bathurst, New South ... 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


An Enigma by Vivian Smith

It did not hang above him like a sword,
swift and decisive, in its judgment clean,
but drifted through his mind like a lost word
un-recalling where he might have been,

itself a source of fear dissolving all
his feelings in a kind of mist,
making appearances mute and restrained,
so palpable, yet not there to resist.

Is this the way that it will start to seem
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Looking Down On Cambodia by Chris Wallace-Crabbe

Arabesque 3D shoreline
against an overwhelm of morning haze
with a silver delta threading its liquid gush
beyond those matted islands,
like reptiles underneath our Boeing home.

You can't see the blood;
you can't hear the dying
or mounded skulls rubbing faintly together.

Sea is like Thai silk
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