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kitchen poetry I run the knife under hot water, wrap it in a patterned tea-towel &place it in the drawer. Beside the kett...

Autumn Serenade I was heading home, hot and tired but having gotten a lot done, I was not too displeased. I had even managed to sketch t...

  Lately I’ve been crossing myself at odd moments. There was a time I would only do this in church and its ritual meaning was no...

The August winds have finally died, leaving me sitting on my frozen hands and with a soft ringing in my ears like all my ghosts com...

On Saturday 4 September at 1pm join Judith Beveridge, acclaimed poet, academic and poetry editor of Meanjin , in conversation with the win...

   For those precious few of you outside the ever-burgeoning Anglosphere, in June of this year the elected Prime Minister of Australia,...

Winter Breathing 1 Knowing well the wakening moments, morning forming in front of my eyes, like some summer evening after a h...

'ELEMENTS' 1995: Mr. Smith – middle- aged, eccentric, lived at home with Hamlet ’s evil queen – unleashed a beast: rec...

Magnapinna species The elbowed thing drifts and darts, drifts and darts, trailing a metres-long train of tendrils —Rapunzel a...

Radiohead's guitarist and creative powerhouse, Jonny Greenwood (with all due deference to the genius of fellow band member Thom Yorke), ...

Saturdays 5 & 12 June PLAN TO BE PUBLISHED with Les Wicks at the NSW Writers’ Centre, Rozelle 10am – 4pm One of the best known poe...

"Silver Linings (for Clare)" I will let the clouds come. From horizons they will glide, at first a white, then a grey...

Charley Plays a Tune Crippled, in Chicago , with arthritis and Alzheimer's, in a dark rented room, Charley plays melanchol...

  After all the tireless support she has lent Australian poetry over the last decade, it behoves me to call your attention to a rar...