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There have been a fair few changes to the world since I last posted. Peace tables (laid out in all their Amin-ostentation) in The Congo, wor...

It appears some genius at a certain US publisher has decided to tinker with their on-line shipping costs, so that anyone trying to purchase ...

In the early 1970's, following the lead of that moral avatar Richard Nixon, most of the developed economies of the "free" worl...

Summer’s Funeral (for Lady Ahna) We were in October but now is the time. Keep glasses in the ice box as the rain maker won’t come. All day...

For Derrick Hussey In memoriam: H. P. Lovecraft Though time, like ice, is slow, the moments pass, accumulate with the weightiness of glacier...

Hercules Goes Bananas On rugs by the temple vendors offer bright prayer flags, short in-curved knives, pirate DVDs, despite half here subsis...

no tyrant could match the sixth letter was ‘e’ and it was wrong and I wanted to correct her but between husband and wife history rattles a f...

I am fresh out of rants. The times are too tight, too close. Everyone knows who the bogeymen are, and nothing has come across my desk of lat...

North or south of the line, beggar's east or golden west, mumma's boy or beer-tap dancer, third man or fly slip, I have always been ...

Recently, courtesy of Melbourne's one and only poet/rock star/editor Ashley Capes, I have come across two mature, insightful, even-tempe...

Between the pertinent facts, to paraphrase Martin Heidegger, there can only be music. He is perhaps the only other philosopher beside Wittge...

This damp spring weekend in Sydney sees the 6th National Poetry Festival, due to be launched tonight over cocktails at the Sydney Mechanics...

Lola kills This morning, as I was passing between two women who were chatting with smiling faces on a narrow footpath, I overheard the singl...

Francis Bacon's Studio From the perspex doorway, thick as a bank teller’s window, every dream is achievable. Not a draught stirs. The ro...

august rain plucking courage from somewhere she’s months into this newest illness still working still somehow smiling, everything passes in ...

Which leads me to poetry as dirge, as plaint of a swinging gate, a whining dog, a town google finally takes off its maps. Shakespeare. War. ...

There was, back in December of last year, about the time I was lauding its crisp pages like an orphan at his first Christmas dinner, a debat...

Mascara is an online journal seeking to promote poetry of excellence and originality. We are especially interested in the work of contempora...

Mahmoud Darwish, a poet of great tenderness and lyrical intensity, has died in the US at the age of 67. His work became a rallying cry for t...

The streets of Sydney are once again being blocked off. Last year it was for the secular end of hot air in the guise of the APEC summit, thi...