Category: Poetry

  • Walking the Rocks

    Walking the Rocks

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    Adrienne Slattery
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    Here squats a sandstone city, its streets choked by motley cloth, Crowd River; bank brimming over toes tucked beneath dark waters cloaked by shade of steel shoulders, hunched, crouching. Light ripples on its water, blending hues which glimmer a vibrant crescendo to grins glistening. Wealthy tourists choose cockatoo or kangaroo memento. String lights gleam like…

  • Bonding

    Bonding

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    Kirsten Hammermeister
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    I. In the deep woods, the decaying and overgrown world, the twisted vines snap, frail from whips of wind. I am consumed, by the hollowness of the night. Here lie the crystals, the mild candlelight and my sacrifice – a bloody, fluffy bunny. Crafted cantations carved from my carnal craze. Cracking call ringing in the…

  • Ardent Spirits

    Ardent Spirits

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    Will Olteanu
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    The effects of ardent spirits upon the human body and mind: Obstruction of the liver, Jaundice and dropsy of every cavity in the body, Diabetes,   Voices, music. Now the empty street footsteps and an empty bottle.   Falsehood,  fraud,  theft,  and murder,   An overpass. The tangled veins of the city below. A car…

  • Den

    Den

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    Adrienne Slattery
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    There are rats nesting beneath the stairwell bordering the doorway to our little shared house. Their little fingers scratch in the dirt, and their black eyes gleam like beads. They scour the alley to glean bits and pieces, fresh nibblings, fine for a rat’s dinner. Up creaking stairs they trot, the chunky food between teeth,…

  • Witch

    Witch

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    The Tert
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    I am the woman who disappeared into the mist in her last life, The one who ran off the lip of the cliff, And whose body was never found at the bottom, They call me witch, with a hiss. They nudge me towards damnation, And I go with long strides, And a smile, For hell…

  • 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 Tert
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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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    The Tert
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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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    The Tert
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