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Michael Dransfield

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

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Poets

  • 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

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

Bouillabaisse Her Image of his Head by M. T. C. Cronin

The painting over the stove     My mother bought on the
Left Bank when she was     Nineteen and a sailor gave
Her a sheer black scarf     Embroidered with metallic
Gold. I have the scarf too     And a lid on the pot so
Sauce doesn't spit high     Into the air. There are
No more sailors in the     World, only lovers splitting
Easily as shale and     When I lift the lid, an
Aromatic version on the     Old Testament. Who was
In that story? What were     Their names? All with a
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Them by Richard Tipping

they dont look forward to the long weekend.
their lovelife is shredded paper and caged birds.
they kiss like tyres on hot roads.
they hurt to look at but stare with blunt steel eyes.
they are they were they will they did they want.
they eat only animals and white bread. look up
just to check for mistakes in the movements of clouds.
they create massive unemployment pools and unsafe cars
and drive them. you know who i mean.
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