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RIP Bill Brent (1960-2012)
I found out Friday that a friend of mine, Bill Brent, died in August. We never got to meet in real life, but I don’t believe in the equivocation of “internet friends”. We knew each other from a mailing...
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pig tusks on the altar the old words * I speak of the valley of darkness scribbly gum * lawn hole the old monks sing to their brother * airport drinks we scare away the ghosts
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descending into fern valley a twig snaps * coming up for breath tea water * voice of the whooping bird I should’ve kissed her * switching off my torch I enter second sleep *...
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spectacleless drops of light swarm the surface * behind fly screen the mosquito’s whine * goannas grapple in sunlight my white belly * stomach grumbles a mushroom sprouts in the...
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dry moss the desire to drench it * green tea dragonfly smacks water * between rock & root almost comfortable * ant jaws work my elbow * through casuarina needles a satellite
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reception on the knoll xantho spikes * senseless murmurs of the forest if I had cancer * glad I’m not a commando freeballing * abandoned flight feather I make a promise * to go...
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enjoying being lost ducks in the rainforest * salt on my lips only myself to blame * the cicada silently drowns itself my eardrums, vibrating * between sleeps the book of...
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scribbles in my notebook night chorus * the last of my water that horsefly twitches in dirt * another memory excavated my aching muscles * afloat, half-moon in blue flash of...
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the tent floor goes over the snake hole * smell of bushfire I return to the world * dawn, half-awake, putting my feet on * dark waters do the dead look up * a distant drone… gully sky
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