Tag: Poem

  • Roadkill

    Roadkill

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    it’s fresh when I pass it by guts glistening in the dim headlights, a red smear of viscera across the dewy morning concrete. as I try and fail to not let my eyes linger, i wonder if, like me, you had a destination in mind.   i see you from around the bend, misshapen lump…

  • 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…

  • 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…