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Poem – Nikki-Lee Birdsey

Birthday Song The date is sharp-edged, I pussyfoot around the real issue, as usual, wasting time on the fat maggots in the Jazz Apple’s core in the trash, how did that happen? How the name Dmitry falls out of symmetry,…
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Poem – David Beach

Laboratory Hill 1 The three young women, two young men – the  loveliest the island of Greece could provide –  were briefly joined by a sixth, a young woman who managed to burst through the cordon of priests. Then a…
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Poem – Lynn Davidson

  Leaving Wellington At dawn I caught a taxi to the airport and saw first light ignite the hillside houses – and I thought about how still life artists deepen the surface of their objects with a bloom that, without…
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Poem – Kevin Ireland

The shortest day It’s close to the winter solstice in these parts though the precise moment isn’t anywhere near the same as when our northern forebears dragged huge stones for miles then raised them into rows in circles to catch…
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Poem – Nicola Easthope

  Man at the kerb The longest road the hottest tar the fish mouth before gulls the heart attacks the heat deafens the trembling the flying in the face the pockmarks pooling  the squint the lean the chancing on the…
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Poem – C K Stead

Tohunga Crescent Across our street the Allen Curnow house sold and garden-tidied and refurbished, respectably letting as “AirBnB” is home to wild parties, and just once a riot bringing cop cars, a paddy wagon, pepper spray and more than one…
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Poem – Primo Levi

Singing … But when we began to sing Our songs, senseless and good, It seemed then that everything Stood as it once had stood. The days were merely days. Seven made a week. Killing we thought was wicked. Of dying…
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Poem – Tayi Tibble

Watching the Boys Play Rugby like flies swarming in black tidal pools or a milky way of sluts in short shorts and long socks, Catholic schoolboys teasing each other in the scrum. Bull-headed matadors depending on the score. The music…
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Poem – Anna Jackson

An extract from Dear Tombs, Dear Horizons Remembering the Villa Isola Bella, Katherine Mansfield wrote of the warm stone on the terrace, leaning against the warm walls, the heat at her back, the furry bees in the air, and the…
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C K Stead – Poem

Unusual Obsequies for Nicholas Tarling who died swimming In Shallowsleep, that life-of-the-mind that comes at three or four a.m., hearing big rain beat on the roof and spill from broken gutter to concrete path, and quoting to myself (faultlessly) a…
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