Tag: poetry

  • Break Appetit//eyes

    Break Appetit//eyes

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    Zoe Petersen
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    ‘Break Appetit’    What is there to eat when the food runs out? Pad your stomach with the briny gruel of rage.  What is there to feel when hunger gnaws at feeling? Chisel your nerves in the comfort of numbness.  Does human flesh taste like survival? My, what big teeth you have.   ‘eyes’   …

  • Wild Dogs Under My Skirt – Interviewing Stacey Leilua

    Wild Dogs Under My Skirt – Interviewing Stacey Leilua

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    Cameron De Nysschen
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    Merrigong Theatre Company is thrilled to present one of New Zealand’s most successful theatrical exports, Tustiata Avia’s Wild Dogs Under My Skirt at the Illawarra Performing Arts Centre from the 10th to 13th April. Adapted by Tusiata Avia’s poetry collection, Wild Dogs Under My Skirt is a provocative and unapologetic examination and celebration of what…

  • Roadkill

    Roadkill

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    by

    The Tert
    in

    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…

  • Monday Fever

    Monday Fever

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    Adrienne Slattery
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    To his alarm, great purple hammocks hung beneath his eyes, sore to the morning sun. Wrestling house keys to the car, it had stung to jog, spurred by the memory that he’d done mere nothing of the work his boss had sprung upon him two weeks back… too much among other tasks, and paralysis of…

  • 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
    in

    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
    in

    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
    in

    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
    in

    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…