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'No rough verses' from I, Clodia, by Anna Jackson

This is the way the world ends by Helen Rickerby

This story is about remembering and forgetting Not knowing where you are or if it's real But you can die with a martini in your hand * The girl in pink, skating towards you has an automatic weapon behind her back and this drug will take you to Jesus if Jesus is a chorus- line of short-skirt nurses * There is too much sun in California for shadows * There are

Lines excerpted from Bentleyisms: by Nelson Bentley

Quick acts of thievery are essential in this business. Without poetic vision there is no love. Everyone should write an outhouse poem. Poets invent the language. There would be no language if it weren't for us. People would just go around grunting. One extra word can ruin a whole poem. Visualize your metaphor! Avoid self-pity like the plague. Support onamatopoeia. There's no such thing as

Johnny by John O'Connor

He travelled the length of the country giving concerts for penguins tickets were free - or koha. The trick was to get them early / "Give me the chick till the age of seven & I'll give you the bird!!" he'd say. Arrhh / most nights the mosh-pit filled quickly the eggs were incubated by DOC & CNZ. Naturally as the events were of national insignificance the media were ecstatic

Pascale Petit: Fauverie - Emmanuel

In the last days, after all he said and didn't say, his iron tongue resting in the open bell of his mouth, the belfry of his face asleep, I climbed the spiral steps of the tower - up the steep steps of the bell cage, to the bourdon the great bumblebee, Emmanuel. I stared at that bronze weight, the voice of Paris, as if it was my father's voice and I had climbed up his spine, all thirteen tons of

'Poroporoaki to the Lord My God: weaving the Via Dolorosa' by Anahera Gildea

Ekphrasis in response to Walk (Series C) by Colin McCahon I. Bro, I noticed the absence of korowai at your tangi II. I have made you this kahu-kuri. A taonga for the Nga Mokai peoples and their descendants. I have just now taken it off the line and folded it with the sun still fresh on its limbs. III. The unsteady warps and welts of this cloak have

SS Ventnor by Chris Tse

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