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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Pascale Petit: The Hieroglyph Moth

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When the white ermine wings opened at night like a book of frost smoking in the dark, I understood the colours of vowels painted on...
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Pacific Tsunami Found Poems by Teresia Teaiwa

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1. The telephone says The body says The multinational corporation says             Samoans had taken the sea’s friendship for granted W...
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Tuesday: A Poem

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. .. all laughed except Tyr: he lost his hand.  The Poetic Edda on the god Tyr  hence Tuesday - A 6.3 quake devastated Christchurch ...
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

'Tuesday': an unfolding communal poem for a birthday

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... all laughed except Tyr: he lost his hand.  The Poetic Edda on the god Tyr hence Tue s day. He puts his hand in the wolf's mouth,...
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Map (you give me) by Stephen Bett

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You point out places & it's like doors opening Hallways filled w/ sudden light So caught in the frame Dead ends dark g...
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Rembrandt's Late Self-Portraits by Elizabeth Jennings

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You are confronted with yourself. Each year
 The pouches fill, the skin is uglier.
 You give it all unflinchingly. You stare
 Into yoursel...
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A week of it by Dinah Hawken

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It is dark. Light and dark again. It is so. It is something. It is really something. Small, beyond, becalmed so be-all and end-all. It is fi...
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

This New Place by Robert McGonigal

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For Rose's baby Body as Road Map Body sees the 'you are here' sign, then finds alleyways and highways, which connect the ...
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Excerpt from 15 Flower World Variations - Jerome Rothenberg

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flower          with the body of a fawn                    under a cholla flower standing there          to rub your antlers             ...
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Olduvai Gorge Thorn Tree by Sarah Lindsay

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He kept dreaming of a tree, dreaming of a tree, dreaming of a tree and its sound like a hush, and it seemed he could open his mouth when he...
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Poem for a Hard Time by Lorna Crozier

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Chickens in a shed with screens to let in air, a small door for them to step in and out, not an inch to spare. All things in their pla...
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Poets by Janet Frame

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If poets die young they bequeath two thirds of their life to the critics to graze and grow fat in visionary grass. If poets die in old ...
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