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Snorkel # 6

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The Snorkel Team have put out another vibrant ezine issue Snorkel # 6 , that bridges that gap of water and poetic thinking called the Tasman. Michael Hall's poem about rain Christmas eve, has the best opening line, and for sheer cheek - Greg McClaren, is the ticket in his scissoring up of reportage on poets celebrating themselves.In

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Thirst - Radio Mix

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Bron Thomason has recently launched the third issue of Thirst, with its dreamy dust cover, and good things inside: short stories, a bit of art work and poetry, kindly including one of my scanned images Avian Objects at Rest (posted in Opp.Cite) and a poem Early Nectarine.As I couldn't get to the launch at Kris Hemensley's mecca Collected

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SWEET SECTIONS OF SKY - A conversation in two languages

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SWEET SECTIONS OF SKY - A conversation in two languages Image

Si amas la libertad de tus ojos es que sabes que tu mirada es “el paisaje”. Que tu retina recoja todo el azul profuso que habita el cielo. Porque el azul de tus ojos no profana silencios y tus palabras son dulces como lenta floración de asfódelos. Que descubran tus ojos la vigencia del vacío, el valor de

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PARIENTES PROTESICOS

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Él ha perdido todo sus miembrosy trece de sus parientes.Como pasó fue asíEl perdió su brazosobre el autobús, una pierna cayó cuandoperseguía el autobús.La otra pierna paseó por sí mismapor la noche, el último brazo lo sintió puestoY desapareció después del desayuno.Perdón, esto fue mentiraEllos fueron destruidospor una bomba americanaque cuesta 27 dólaresRasgados, shredded en un guisadoespeluznante de

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The River Road Poetry Series

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By the !st December 2007 I will be ready to launch the River Road Poetry Series, with a feast of recordings by fabulous Australian poems, read by their makers. The eries will start with will be three delicious anthologies - The Philosophy of Clothes, New Felons, Scissors, Paper, Fire, Water and collections by Michael Sharkey, Brook Emery, Judith

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Brown Rock Dreaming it's a Dog

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Of all the thoughts submerged, in cold water stillness, I find you, sleeping, breathing just above the water line, good dog, good dog. Of all the thoughts submerged, in cold water stillness, I find you, sleeping, breathing just above the water line, good dog, good dog. ...

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Cloud Me

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These late July clouds were auditioning for a part in Cloud Me - an argument in the form of a poem which you can read in foam:e 4 - one strand argues that Dawkins is short-sighted and the real stayer in what goes to make up the human form is good old water.These late July clouds were auditioning

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24, 25, 26....

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In an inexplicble trifecta effect, MTC Cronin, the guest editor of the next issue of Cordite, has selected two of my poems in all Innocence - that being the theme of Issue 26 and the anonymous submission selection method. The last two of Cordite's guest editors, Clair Gaskin and alicia sometimes, also gave me the editors tick. Very

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Treasure Islands - the e-map

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You can read more of my work in these these journals and e- zines,Kulin Seasons in print in Overland Issue 185, or online at Overland 185.Party Platform in the online Common weatlh issue of Cordite# 24. Dispossesion in the online Generation of Zeroes issue Cordite #25.Holy Ghost me in the May 2007 issue of Nth Position andWhen Evening

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Clubland

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I saw the preview of Cherie Nowlan's Clubland last night. This is life as a comedy reverse parking in a smash- the -rear- view- mirror- off style into tragedy. In a strange way Clubland is a bit like what Jane Austen might write now, the intense meetings of two families and the foibles of an aggrandizing parent, the

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When Evening Drowinng

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You can read the poem When Evening Drowning that relates to this photo collage in the UK ezine Nth Position.You can read the poem When Evening Drowning that relates to this photo collage in the UK ezine Nth Position. You can read the poem When Evening Drowning that relates to this photo collage in the UK ezine Nth

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Curiosity Cabinet

As a child I thought there was a jewel box hidden in my parent's house, I imagined there was a cache of pink cut glass rings - the ones with adjustable soft metal sizing - laid out in pink foam in the nailed tight plyboard box in my brothers' walk-in robe.

Years later, I realised the box was really the back of the bathroom cabinet. I got a lot of enjoyment out of those pink glass jewels that weren't there. Imaginery treasures are curiously satisfying.

Here is a central point where someone who might be interetested can see what bits of words, some links to work published in journals and ezines, and images that I have made.

Absent Knowledge

We are talking about knowing certain facts,

and he says, I know all that or used to,

it is only that I can’t remember.

Is this not knowing or forgetting

what you know? Perhaps the head holds

a trace of what was there,

perhaps it is there but can’t find

the way out; maybe it was there but left,

or there was a rumour that it was coming

but never did,

like the promised holiday ,

in Pennant Hills. At eight years old

I would lie in bed at night a hardly contained

precipice of anticipation that time

would take me to Pennant Hills and a big house

with a swimming pool. I can see

the façade of the house, the curve

of suburban street, where that house

I never went to might be - or even was.

Though I know I never went, maybe

somewhere, there is an unborn memory

of being there, and I am thwarted by absent knowledge

from enjoying what I did not do.

Carol Jenkins

From Voices from the Meadow Wollongong Workshop Anthology 2007 ( Five Islands Press)

Bambiraptor

The Going Down Swinging # 25 -special double CD edition has at last unwrappped itself in Sydney, with a lauch at the Last Bastion of Civilisation last Wednseday 25 September. I still don't know what is in this CD it apart from my spoken word poem Bambiraptor as I was incarcarated in an invention called Good Mummydom. I hope every one else had a good time at the launch party.

The fossil Bambiraptor’s importance in the evolutional of dexterity and the dissonant name gave me this rave by Blanche (Street Car Named Desire) - here she makes a play for Bambiraptor believing his tough and powerful persona is lined with tenderness, like Stanley. This poem is one of my bids to get fossils to colonise and take over the myth as the substratum of literature.

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