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The Forest Under the Trees

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Around and about and under, this moss patch I found near the Franklin River- that is the famous FRanklin in Tasmania, is a lovely thickets of , well flowering sporangia is not right, perhaps ‘Sporangiuming’ sporangia might apply? This miniature foresetof alert and ready to catapult moss sporangia makes a fine green shade, for the maybe tardegradia ?

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A Horse is a Horse Of Course Off Course

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There is no neigh-saying, the horse was the golden means of transport for nearly every century before the invention of the bicycle. Here is a clear and blue sky celebration of the golden stead in its natural element azure. Let there be no Im Pediment to the curlicue destiny of riders and whatever that other aquatic substrate that

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The Frog Prince’s Aquatic Gusher and a Petulant Pigeon Princess

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Some matches are made of pasta - as autocorrect would have it - and some, like these, are more flowing. The Frog’s exuberant discourse, not to be underrated just because it is water, and really, and here I may have been reading too much Jose Saramago, though that expression is paradoxical as how can one read too much

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Oceano Atlantico - Why the Portuguese Invented Saudade

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Coming along the edge of the Douro River in Oporto, where it meets the Atlantic, the ocean is a tumult of mood and grey-green flux, the sand needs grit to stay where it is, and life-saving rings are so large as to nearly by boats. Nobody was swimming. Contemplating this coast explains the Portuguese had to invent

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A Message from a Broken Bottle

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The sea glass tide delivers up, a mosaic of sand smoothed parts, like a pledge not to drink to much, the sea recycles glass to sand,, aggregate and shards of old habits, that memory can reassemble. The sea glass tide delivers up, a mosaic of sand smoothed parts, like a pledge not to drink to much, the sea recycles

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Stepping into Same Creek Thrice

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There are perfect beaches and then there are perfect swimming holes, and this creek, with its lovely run of cascades and small pools, with its opportunities to study sundews in crevasses, and nascent ferns, all while idling in clear sweet water, dangling one’s foot in a roil of white water, or in the pool swimming against the current

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Parsing the Persimmon Tomato Colour Chord

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To some dishes - the joke -What did one grave say to the other? A: That looks good in you.- apply, everything looks good in this vintage Shelley lettuce dish, and here a case in point, a perfect colour chord orange and red, is chromatically delicious. There is nothing parsimonious about persimoning. To some dishes - the joke -What

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Dear Diary - What is the Comma-tion About?

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Yes, for those of you who have wrangled with errant ‘em-dashes, inserted apostrophe’s or deleted them for text not your own, this is the definite grammarian’s poetic license, it is, in fact, a. Comma-tion, and this is so upbeat people have been seen dancing to it. Get yours from Ginnindera Press , unless your initials are IP in which

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Farewell to Autumn - A Spoon and Maple Story

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Autumn is over, all its red-brown leaves have gone to ground, as old spoons know each season has its measure, as each patterned handle, each scoop gathers its patina of verdigris and oxidants. Autumn is over, all its red-brown leaves have gone to ground, as old spoons know each season has its measure, as each patterned handle, eac...

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Clouded Skies: Rescaling North Head

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Sydney Harbour’s North Head is always worth contemplating from any distance, the sandstone cliff faces are chameleons in the changing late afternoon light, and mostly upstage both Middle Head and the sky, but this late autumn afternoon cloudscape, with its impossible volume of cold grey cumulus under a vast acreage of pink-mauve tinted stratus, seems to the kind

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Cold Times and Everyday Ambiguity

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There must be limits to insult even for inanimate objects, and I find no reason one should boast about being rude to Ice, yes, it it cold, and lacking in conversation, but for summer drinks, cold compresses and something to rattle in a glass, ice is hard to surpass. Vain boasting of this kind can’t last. There must be

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Crow Bones and Green Grass - A Whitmanesque Curiosity

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Crows have been dropping clean-picked bones into my garden. Spying this possibly macabre undoing of the buried, naturally brings to mind Walt Whatman’s Leaves of Grass. While it’s unlikely the earth has extruded what seems to be a duck femur, the ground is supersaturated and seven eighths mud after so many weeks of rain, anything, bone or water

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A Glass of Clear Light Please

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A cocktail of wood grain and shadow, what better beverage for a little after midday - as the fall of light here reveals, than a patterned glass of clear light, in its wavering partnership with the cutting board’s plain surface. A cocktail of wood grain and shadow, what better beverage for a little after midday - as the fall

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Blue Hills - Bart Brassica’s Alternative Italian Travel Scheme

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Bart has been thinking of ways to break into Agri-tourism, and has fancied Lambertville as a kind of Faux Firenze - though how the Delaware and the Arno might be confused relies entirely on Bart not having ever been further than Swedesboro New Jersey, just once and at the time he was packed, he says by a mistake

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A Bird in The Foot is Worth Two on the Barn

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Bart Brassica, always one to take advantage of any proverbial good fortune has been trying to attract song birds to Brass Acres for some time, and has found the Big Foot has been adopted as a nest, or perhaps a rest in place for this Blue-Eyed Tin Warblette. Bart is aware that, as a rule, Tin Warblettes, rarely

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Apple of My Eye Level

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Bart Brassica’s farming ethos has long been Crops One Can Look Up To, and here he has applied himself to good effect with what he calls his Apple of My Eye Level - an Appellation for which he has applied for a Pattern Ending, Mavis Eggwhistle has said, tartly, that Bart has designs on himself, which he takes

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home town rainbow, home town rain

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hometown rainbow, hometown rain hometown brings the sky down ian arc of harbour, in a play of last light city rain squall rolling in from the south-east

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Long On Longan, Line Times

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Three times longan, on a blue and white plate, a faint reflection of the underside of the light overhead, the dining table as always hospitable to all plates, all fruit, all thing blue and white. Three times longan, on a blue and white plate, a faint reflection of the underside of the light overhead, the dining table as always

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Dividing Light - Night Owl Therapy

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Bart Brassica has been toying with the idea that light, properly managed be a cure for those waylaid in the particularly slough of despondency induced by climate change, and while he has installed solar panels in his hat (out of view here) to do his bit for enlightenment, here is taking up Dividing Light-Night Owl Therapy, to improve

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Heedlessly Hot Headed Hat Project for Bart Brassica

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Subscribing to the old adage - if you want to get ahead get a hat, Bart has been cultivating Habaneros, due to mishearing Habenero as Hat’n Eros and believing there was a gap in Huntingdon County’s winter market for Heated Headwear he has raised a hot crop of Habaneros. Mavis Eggwhistle has warned him he is courting disaster

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Super Foods - Fennel-culi and Fennel-cula

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Some years back Bart Brassica did some interesting work on Crop Triangles, by crossing corn with Marzipan, though later Granny Egg called in the FBI considering what she called Marxipan was a danger to voters everywhere. Unfettered, Bart always on the look out for a new super food to flog on Farmgate Fridays, has been experimenting with two

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Sleep, Quite the Universal Panacea

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Sleep, like peace and quiet can be quite elusive, and on spelling, far be it for me, a known sloppy speller, to cast the first nasturtium, and who is to say that a full stop should not take a nap mid-sentence, and given that the link between upper case and en-titlement is well established, and there being not

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Western Set Theory - Bart Brassica’s Cinematic Solace

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Of late Bart Brassica has been in an self-imposed Insulation on his farm, but whether it is the dusting of ergotamine mould in his rye crop or the effects of too much of his own company, Bart has been having flashbacks or flash forwards- that he is starring in a tumble-weed Western set, and, bicyclist notwithstanding, all the

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Insect Artefacts - The Leaf Edited to Arabesque

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Lazing in the garden, reading, this incised leaf, floats down on to my book. It signals an insect with a stylish bite, a sense of curve and arabesque. Senescence has its own coloured bravado here improved by insect artisanship. Lazing in the garden, reading, this incised leaf, floats down on to my book. It signals an insect

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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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