Category: Poetry

  • All the world’s lights went out an hour ago – Renee Farrugia

    All the world’s lights went out an hour ago – Renee Farrugia

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    The sky will be here soon.  Parts of it have arrived early, embracing the outer neighbourhoods,  Where the lawns were quilted in cockatoos.  There’s nothing left there anymore.    The clouds got here first, though.  A few months ago.  Stuffy, hot things,  Swimming when I walk.    Mountains have curled up and hidden,  Whimpering beneath…

  • Talking Poetry: Free Verse on RadioU

    Talking Poetry: Free Verse on RadioU

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    Kirsten Hammermeister
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    The university’s very own radio station was formed last semester and features a diverse range of news, music and entertainment hosted by students for students. I got to chat with the two hosts of a poetry show and discovered how they’re hoping to make waves in the local poetry scene. Kirsten: Tell me a little…

  • Cafe – Mark Russell

    Cafe – Mark Russell

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    Afternoon.   It is almost the close of the quiet café– The boy waiting waits for the ticking of time. But the hope that he had for a smidgin of time To himself after work is destroyed– It’s splattered and spluttered Like smashed avocado on Tables And honey on hands. As the time ticks to…

  • [ ] – David Allen

    [ ] – David Allen

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     …¶  One,·two,·three¶  Our·mind’s·do·seize¶  Before·that·punctual·decree¶  ¶  Hurriedly·we·fill¶  That·confronting·     ¶  Small·marks·of·a·quill¶  A·displacing·defence¶  ¶  Thus·from·our·sight·is·hid¶  Those·looming·        s¶  L’appel·du·vide¶  Covered·in·present·sheathings¶  ¶  The·need·for·constant·movement¶  To·prevent·irrevocable·       ¶  From·making·our·entombment¶  In·its·flood·diluvian¶  ¶  For·to·sit·and·wait¶  Is·to·invite·the·    ¶  It·will·not·abate¶  Until·we·are·destroyed¶  ¶  So,·in·far·orbit·we·sleep¶  Trapped·by·endless·.   ¶  Insularly·we·keep¶  Dreaming·of·another·place¶    But·when·veracity¶  Falls·on·our·capacity¶  Existence’s·negation¶  Is·the·seed·of·creation¶  Burgeoning·serenity¶  In·patient·staticity¶    No more do we fill  That…

  • Garden of Evil – Paige Jenkins

    Garden of Evil – Paige Jenkins

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    In the lead up to the winners reveal for our 2023 writing contest, Tertangala is showing some of the work submitted by UOW talent. Our first is a poem from Paige Jenkins. Enjoy!  I tiptoe down the green sea od fading blues to yellow as the darkness gives way to the eerie discolouration on an…

  • David Allen – My Council – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

    David Allen – My Council – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

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    The love of blue and redness, No green nor minor greys. Of ordered seats and houses Is in your veins ablaze, Strong love of clear division And policy resolute I know but cannot share it, My love is for dispute   I love a hung parliament, A land of sweeping range, Of ragged politicians, Debate…

  • Abby Dickerson – A Poem for Ava – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

    Abby Dickerson – A Poem for Ava – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

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    From the moment our eyes first met, Until your last dying breath, Never could I have foretold, What warmth you brought from the cold.   It was only upon finding you, Could I discover a part of me, And with the light, you shined through, I found the courage I was blind to see.  …

  • Anna Krywyj – on tutankhamun – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

    Anna Krywyj – on tutankhamun – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

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    Malachi Sigmund
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    unfurling the plastered papyrus of a dead little girl guffawing; what novelty!   gripping her dislodged jaw gnashing her teeth together – look at her laugh   the scarab beetle ‘round her neck glistens then gone; plucked with manicured fingers threaded through a silver chain and placed atop the corseted chest of shrieking opera-goer  …

  • Cameron Ling – Despedida – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

    Cameron Ling – Despedida – TTPAPC 2022 Poetry

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    at the bottom of stairs                       I am waiting                       big stupid grin splayed across face it’s                  your lunch break                  (or the end of an early day)  …