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Category: Poems
Over the past four decades, my poetry has been published in a range of Australian and international journals and anthologies. Since 2000 I’ve also posted hundreds of poems on this site, including many sonnets and search poems, as well as numerous poems that didn’t make it into chapbooks such as Abendland and Morgenland. For a while I ceased posting poems here, choosing instead to distribute them via my poem of the week newsletter. Then I stopped doing that, too. Every now and then I post a new poem … although not as often as I’d like.
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Bruises
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1 min read
he bites into the apple eats the bruises soft & brown like sugary endings (rayon bites the bruises cuts them clean out & spits the skin onto the crusty pavement sucks the bruises (swallows them whole into the apple of his insides & scratches & bruises yes just there soft like blisters just beneath the…
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O’Dowd Zero
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2 min read
This is the first draft of ‘The First Letter’, a poem which later appeared in Leaves of Glass.
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Catwalk for Dummies
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1 min read
eat your cake! there isn’t any more “keep your eyes glued to the floor” left foot first then right & left again ladies pretend you’re gentle (ben, listen for the compere’s little rhyme our DJ sets the beats: just keep time roadies will escort you to the stage so let’s all read from the same…
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P.A.
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2 min read
testing ah testing one two three four five six – is this thing on? can you hear me up the back there? no? okay how about now? that’s good that’s better (okay damn the PA what i came here to say is quite simple really (just listen to me now you’ve heard what everybody else…
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American Creek II
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3 min read
i. Leaves that flick at the years before me, maniacal, seething. The first of a now-suburban dead. With nobody watching him he softly buried grass. I chomp on weeds & in my sleep bears make me wear things that keep out the sound of American Creek. The wet candle is in the ground, all by…
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Ernie Malvern
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3 min read
To chew on grass in the sunshine. To lick at the yolks of eggs, or bright & fern-dappled sunlight out in the yard. The trees crack like whips & faraway the southerly, the change comes. It’s worst at night, beneath the porch, as the spin dryer hums & the gums drop leaves that flick at…
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Betty Malvern
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3 min read
Betty Malvern with a bee. Here’s my sisterly path, the secret way. Through the woods, into the sunlight for a sec. Token uniform a spot of brown by the creek. Small whorls of dirt in the clear water, like washing a coffee cup first in a sink olf sudsy white, like a beach. Clouded eyes…
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Buddha Machine Explosion!
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3 min read
Everything is Buddha.
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You are ace in all the ways that you are ace
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1 min read
Yes, you are. It’s that simple. Ace. Superlief and bulk ace. Truly ace. I’m trying to wipe an untold smile from my freelance face. That’s how ace. This much ace. If that much is untold, double it and multiply by ace. Bulk ace. Infinitely ace, drop a stitch & save in bulk. Surrender to the…
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Alicia Malvern
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3 min read
They don’t believe in fairies but I do. You don’t believe in fairies, do you? I have seen them, and you’re wrong. I’ll bide my time, until they all come back to visit. They like to hide inside jacaranda trees. I hear their cries in the purple flowers and the leaves. I think about lots…
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The Day Britney Died
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1 min read
was standing in the bathroom shaving my head when the news came through about how britney had died & i just choked up you know i had an emotional malfunction kept scratching my face like some academic stunned by the shrill levity that followed & all the drive-time scrambling for moronic puns as far as…
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B.A.S.E.
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1 min read
building our atoms move deeper into the nuclear cycle building machines to dispense between cracks radioactive like that northern summer’s milk leap from a guard rail with leg rope attached antennae mike oldfield in orbit around some ragged sun i read rilke as we fell towards the waiting vans electric shock as people have sex…
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Ik Mis Je
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1 min read
ik ben alleen maar wij zijn samen – samen in de dromen en in de dag ik mis je en ik wil je mijn sperzie ( in de avond en wanneer ik slapen ik mis je nu omdat ik ben alleen maar wij zijn samen en dit is genoeg met jouwe knuffelen en kus (samen…
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Attack!
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1 min read
in my dreams do dogs attack! us in jumpsuits & next to me does belle epoch whistle murder while the big st. bernard’s letter to the string epistles brings on a sigh like hey babe take it no one’s here & the chorus will envelop us our dovetail’s merely flicker’d like an ark autopsy we…
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Ninety Nine Rabbits
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1 min read
This is getting serious. I’ve just got to see you live. Ninety nine rabbits with big fangs can’t be wrong. I’m stuck in a lower east side case machine looking cool, if not cold. Let’s not get old, forever moulded. I like John Ashbery’s fingernails. He did look good in that lecture theatre, as…