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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


67. [A motor-cyclist's head] by Geoffrey Lehmann

A motor-cyclist's head
skimming high grass
promises a summer of fires.

And it's a hot summer
at the moment for barbers,
with more white clippings
than black,
on barber-shop floors.

Every young man is Adam
... more

Sonata by Alison Croggon

Almond blossom smears the dark
with its agony of promise: those white lips
fear no bruises, pushing out from the wet
gnarled branches that own their clumsy grace
to the rain, to the wind, to any who will listen
to that language without speech, which is always
sap burning through limbs that seemed dead,
urging the pitiless breath

solitude that flays the skin from my shoulders ... more