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Uneven Floor: August 2015
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. With the ocean, carried on the waves,. With loud voices that cracked through the bush,. With guns and nothing was safe,. With strange animals and let them roam,. With axes and hacked and chopped,. With greed and nothing was sacred,. Without asking and offered no apology,. With no white flag and expected surrender,. Rachel McEleney (Western Australia). Links to this post. On the road to the vanishing point. We layered our story. Over the Inggarda stories.
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Uneven Floor: January 2015
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Has she seen him. It never harmed me. Using the knife to cut out. The curious knot in the wood. Slit the vein of red pare back. Shaves his hair to the scalp. The child sticks out. His chin grits his teeth. Keeps the pirate costume. On all the time. Sword at the ready. At night he sucks his thumb. Annette Mullumby (Western Australia). Links to this post. Why don’t you have teeth there. Nanna he says pointing to the gaps. Oh I say they got worn out. Annette ...
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Uneven Floor: February 2015
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Pouring from a glass Niagara. Into a boxy valley. Spills across a landing. I tread lightly here. On the dark non-slip. From a vaulted ceiling. Dick Alderson (Western Australia). From The Astronomer's Wife. Links to this post. Sometimes she would ask one of us. To help, to hold up a skein. While she wound the wool into a ball. We’d sit facing each other. On two chairs in the kitchen. Our child-hands held towards her. In an almost embrace, the wool. It lives...
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Uneven Floor: weeds
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Tip to eager root/gloved hand. Like a slammed door/dead phone/totalled car. While you sleep/stare at weave. In an office partition/wipe dust from a desk phone. On your way by goldfish sunrise. Green under bike wheel. Weeds stretch wide loop tight. In the slide of a month. They begin to look. Like they have design. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). You Don't Know When Light Will Come Again, But It Will. The Sydney Opera House. Previously on Uneven Floor.
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Uneven Floor: Old Song
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Finally, the child is asleep. The evening sky itself is almost white with fatigue. It’s so warm that nobody’s out,. And soon i will gaze. Over the quiet city streets. Where is the woman. To taste my skin? Perhaps i know her already,. Or maybe she is as distant as winter. Well, every bird sings first for itself. 29 Jul 2015, 07:55:00. Intrigued by the soft joy of simple things and the friendly resignation to patience. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Uneven Floor: Moon, Did You Get Fat With the Stars?
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Moon, Did You Get Fat With the Stars? Nights ago you seemed slimmer;. A slender thread of shimmering silver. Now you are round, rotund. Did you get fat with the stars? There seemed to be more of them before. Were you snacking while the sun was up? If I didn’t know they were balls of gas. I would assume they were chocolate covered in gold foil. Like those coins I used to get at Christmas. They would certainly help you. Pack on the pounds. Like the tide,.
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Uneven Floor: July 2015
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Finally, the child is asleep. The evening sky itself is almost white with fatigue. It’s so warm that nobody’s out,. And soon i will gaze. Over the quiet city streets. Where is the woman. To taste my skin? Perhaps i know her already,. Or maybe she is as distant as winter. Well, every bird sings first for itself. Links to this post. All the silken night. I lay in my warm bed,. And like a god. I made my little movies,. Some even with the most perfect. But mus...
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Uneven Floor: June 2015
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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. How I spent my 18th year. After I leave acting school (drop-out). I take a job as Operations Manager at an electronics store. And start rehearsing how to be normal. I grow. My hair and nails out and learn the difference. Between ash and honey-blonde highlights. I fall for. The floor manager who is 15 years older than me. And once was a trainee for the NBL but he rebelled. To go to the beach one too many times. He said he. It flows, I flow, you know? Ever a...
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