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Friday Afternoon

October 11, 2013 martin 0

the talk of heads that all smile later the fold of arms the read news-paper the bus stop traffic, agitation the driver’s late the conflagration the number plate identified to run a red light to have even tried the ticket stub the validation the tender […]

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A Night-Bird Sings

October 11, 2013 martin 0

What night-bird sings across the river? What bear of winter whispers low and deep in the mouth of the cave? And who is she who moves toward the many-mouthed artesian, visible to clouds and stars who live in her reflection? We stand on our heads […]

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Three Moons from Monto

October 11, 2013 martin 0

Two friends circle the air three moons from Monto friendship is measured in wingspan in the joined eye of hunters Dusk before day break, a loud cloud red, Overlooks a dark steer as it stamps its metallic breast along the great snake’s back, a voice […]

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Boy Dreaming

October 11, 2013 martin 0

In dust that walks before the pale drive of winter on Black Mountain Beyond cold spidering shadows where Cotter-River trees are with-holding their names In mist whispering in the margins of frost at Adaminiby Up under bogong wings collected in the granite caves at Brindabella I […]

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Falling

October 11, 2013 martin 0

where cedar creek falls love of river rock stands my gaze follows one wayward drop sent further by the breeze the story of this place is kept by the rill and told by cicadas who chorus in screams she sits slightly away I see her […]

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Young Concretor

October 11, 2013 martin 0

His fixed black eyes, turned, like a mother’s to her sorrows eight metres down in a hole dug for concrete. His workmates call hoarsely from the rim but only see and hear his nothingness – “he was just here a second ago” His neck is […]

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Sat and Listened

October 11, 2013 martin 0

On the 4th of September some time ago now I returned to an empty house, a wall of anger ran through me and around me It took a week for that wall to crumble, standing at the cash register at work anguish surging up from […]