Australian poetry
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Saudade in Sydney
The still-loved spheres of those who’ve fled the quarantined unsought except perhaps on a six monthly Sunday reaching elder neglect yet without cane or walking frame the brimming bouquet of social surrounds now stems keeled over flowers browned from thirst… Continue reading
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Cohomology
“Becoming-imperceptible is a process of elimination whereby one divests oneself of all coded identity and engages in the abstract lines of a nonorganic life, the immanent, virtual lines of continuous variation that play through discursive regimes of signs and nondiscursive… Continue reading
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Reframework
Agua from the sticks for a balanced poison as my ghost it rises to view the signs of sea anemone collecting on an island reef recollected by an untranslatable hieroglyph netted by a fisher’s thesis. Inherited shorelines in cursive skiff… Continue reading
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Floating C
Lying on a reeded raft in a cove of calico and hessian busied by folded currents swept up by uninterrupted rest An open moon beams into the creek down to the wet rock and algal bed humming to a soft… Continue reading
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Floating B
The clouds as nests disperse and stretch leewards across terrain anticipating shadow sheets of shades across streets a flash of dark for a second and a degree celsius less mask and veil for the sun by season saving or savaging… Continue reading
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Floating A
The waterline holds me immersedthe broads of my torsoa terraced rice paddy in summera buoy cast to the heads the water in me is layeredin a pastiche of light palimpsest of heatlight viscosity of light honey from a deep wellcomplexist… Continue reading
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Dervish Entries
A diary of daysentries filledwith hallucinatory dancescoil unfoldedwith gold dust for sweat step by five stepby eight steplike flightless birdswe’ve migrated by footto an island between me and you caught tangleyour curve swungbetween the trapezeof joys in a half lightyoung… Continue reading
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Passacaglia
The pale tablature of an early morning jots the cracking caws of bird jabber echolocating back to nest through to branch back to nest in a jumping flap of feather flashed clockwork to a ray when the sun bursts so… Continue reading
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Walk
Rerouted footpaths the sun’s passacaglia on the stuck asphalt I smell the sea and I’m in the suburbs making praise on the day tearing up the street the earthmovers and the jackhammers banished of historical trove no need to disturb… Continue reading
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Late night wind squall – Kandos (written December 2012)
Outside Jaques Sta black canyonopened throughpainted window frames on the streetan immense passageplayed dotted ravinestattooed with crotchetslike Woodstock’s dream and Snoopy sleepswith a typewritercomposes paper planesflying Con Aircircling a shapeless runway Continue reading
Ariel Riveros Pavez 