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michael dransfield

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield was born in Sydney on 12 September more



  • E. J. Brady

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


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


The Beautiful Machines by Caroline Caddy

Semis     out of tunnels of the day
plough cool streets curbs and buildings slide
off chromed roo bars air rolls in turbulent furrows.
The sound of their arrival is pre-cambrian—
whole blocks of destination.
The town awards them its badge of light.

Mack     Scania     White     quiet now on the gravel lot.
Moored to the ticking out of heat     stepped and slabbed
like bergs     or idols tamed. ... more

Flower with Bees by M. T. C. Cronin

Little face, little face, centipede me!
Millipede of not enough —
Imagine I could sleep as mountains do.
That I could turn, mid-flight,
like a whipping bird and still complete
my flight.
Distracted by life I forget the patterns,
the failures and rules
which hold my faith upright,
... more