Contemporary Australian Poetry

Hood Wink by Corey Wakeling

Untitled by Jonothon Twist

 

 

 

…but enough with creatures

 

the lowlands glazed liquor brown,

the half-truths of local history,

murmuring each AM

 

 a frown embedded as you

get used to pockets of upturned

earth as tombs, that range

cultishly along the high roads

 

 

 

for tomorrow's solace I'll rest

                                                                                     on haunches by the fence at dusk

 

wondering if there were reeds

in the dam when you moved here

 

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Great divide

by Barnaby Smith

 

on the verandah last

night when a slug crawled

up my wineglass we

were squirming gracefully in

the realm of judgemental words

on a particularly cruel evening

to kangaroos making cacophonous love

yards away

 

a mosquito bite on my eyelid

brings softness

porous

an uprooted stem kissing us all

Barnaby Smith is a writer, journalist, musician and poet who for now is based in Northern NSW. Website: www.barnaby-smith.moonfruit.com