Author: Davey Dreamnation

  • Fields of megafauna, legends in our eyes. Beneath a confected dune, I spilled some water from a glass jar and watched as it disappeared into yesterday. We pitched a tent on the beach, listened to the dingo howls, and prayed for rescue. The locals don’t seem to mind us being here, though we are invisible…

  • Peril

    Two of the poems I wrote in Seoul, namely “Hoju Bihang-gi” and “imaginary cities: saga” have just been published in the second issue of Peril, the Asian-Australia literary magazine. It’s a pretty nifty site, actually, and you can even rate the poems out of ten! Other writers featured in this issue include Michael Farrell, Christopher…

  • Katwijk

    Hi, it’s me. Really, it was great to see you again. Our time together is always brief, I know, but at least this time I made time to sit back and think. Enjoy myself. Indulge in beers and long walks on the beach. I liked those moments we had alone together. Sunsets yes, legions now,…

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  • Verlangen

    It’s just the future. We can’t hear it here. A midnight rain, detected by our moon-white arms. Slow dances around a secret pole, a dangerous dip in a sea. That’s all it is. It’s less than seven. My playlists, haunted by the aromas of Hoogvliet. Stars to guide the airplane. Gliding over the jet-black facilities,…

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  • Superlief

    A soft freeway of bicycles propels me through the fog. Following strings of lozenge lights towards future’s mills and runways, our departure’s earliest signals barely warm. A fern’s puzzled twist as the passageway elopes. Kudzu. Jungle hums, for the planet’s relief. Teams of tomorrow under bramble guns, silk tissues and gauges. Blasted from the womb…

  • Zwerver

    Days since I spoke, muted trees. Patches of light on my skin. The sun’s echoes. I hide in parks, or kill time in shopping aisles. All the good people here. Moved along. Fixing at someone else’s address. Wet hair at tram stops. An idea you had for harnessing the air. I forget how it was…

  • Last Friday’s Poetry Picture Show event in Sydney was a lot of fun: 10 poets reading out poems about the moving image, followed by short films based on the contents of those poems. Highlights for me were Kate Lilley’s take on Mildred Pierce and John Tranter’s “Paris Blues” but of course everyone was wonderful. The…

  • Fangrant

    Australia needs more hairdressers, builders, bus drivers, electricians and fangs. The Prime Minister proposes that all migrants to Australia be provided with a clean set of fangs. The Opposition Leader goes one step further by suggesting that all short-term visitors on tourist visas be given a pair of candy teeth instead. Opinion polls put the…

  • Is there any rhyme or reason to Bo Dean’s actions? At all?

  • FRIDAY 6TH OCTOBER THE POETRY PICTURE SHOW PRESENTED BY THE RED ROOM COMPANY WITH SUPPORT FROM WALES ARTS INTERNATIONAL AND THE AUSTRALIA COUNCIL FOR THE ARTS ten poems about film and moving images, performed live by the poets alongside the premiere of ten moving image adaptations of the poems. the online video and audio versions…

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