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Witch hunt
Category: fiction
Ruano’s Matter
From Visual Verse Anthology At the wall, Ruano found peace. Ruano found peace in the way lines met and intersected: bricks and pallets the darkness after matter... and that water pipe fending off the sky. "Shelter is a feeling," Ruano knew, and felt himself hugged by the wet smell and the shuffing of somebody’s plastic … Continue reading Ruano’s Matter
Meeting with a Lawyer
"Joshua Smith" by William Dobell After William Dobell's Painting Supposing him to be her superior was a bad start to any interview and, like a school ma’am on picnic day, she gathered herself into her face imagining the square root of herself emanating, dark and precise, from eyes as piercing as the tines of a … Continue reading Meeting with a Lawyer
Night Act #Quadrille 150
rain hangs like sifted chalk under park lights, still as drama the stage is set: dancers, strung like puppets from a drop-down sky black cat-suits two dimensional against luminescent green jewel-glint & risque poses only bedraggled bark ribbons give the trees away thunder applauds Written for Whimsygizmo's dVerse Quadrille - a 44 word poem including … Continue reading Night Act #Quadrille 150
Alter Ego
Napowrimo #10 "she's a doormat" up-end that slap me down concrete flat and coarse like chuck beef nicely marbled with fact and it’s this: I will clean your boots and eat your feet but hurt I’ve got fibre the gristle in your teeth (you don’t complain about the flavour) beef sinew through a microscope is … Continue reading Alter Ego
At the Feet of Roses
(A Glosa) In the garden of woven shadows, Wessel in coveralls and me, sowing bulbs, knees plugged with mud thicker than my own wadded guilt. Today in my heart, salvation has compost breath as I dig in soil’s decadent scrimmage, head down. Wessel’s remarks barely crest the flourishing alyssum but when I turn to see … Continue reading At the Feet of Roses
Schubert, Love & the Trout Quintet
(after Ron Pretty's Poem "Four Hands") drunk on melody: the music school’s broad halls edged with slouching squares of light shared that rippling lucid treble. I saw the river in window-glint the flash of trout - their spangled dance, and my cheeks swam with pink, remembering the way you annexed my hand, sowing warmth generous … Continue reading Schubert, Love & the Trout Quintet
Peridot Grim
Image by Narelle Autio - prize winning Australian Photographer A Pantoum the shark alarm rang, fat fear doused my skin in peridot water, soft toes clench sand I race my bow wave in water’s prison my ears ring such thunder- a blood based band in peridot water, soft toes clench sand ‘neath angry sky, constabulary … Continue reading Peridot Grim
After Nolan
Artwork by Sir Sidney Nolan we’re all shadows here strung flat and powerless under that searing whip of blue you can see where the land has rusted shrugging sunsets into itself heat upon rabid heat such patriotic decay windmills like stark flowers measure decades in their browning and their screech (skinned metal) bleeds into every … Continue reading After Nolan
Hetty
For reasons they don’t understand the puddle by the gate never dries up and the frogs knee-deep all through the summer Hetty likes to squat tiny bottom almost in the water watching the squiggle of life, silent as first light. In a bucket in the laundry Hetty is feeding caterpillars. Nat says it’s hard to … Continue reading Hetty
Out of the Cave 