Artist’s Statement ‘Under the hammer, blessed with character, a driveway absolved of tree fall, another pearly-eyed crow, a year’s worth of indecision on the compost heap…’ The text includes samples …
My Suspect Friend, Anxiety (Joel Ephraims)
The Pharmacy on Hospital Hill I observe the surroundings of this place where I come to make sense. The colour opulence of the glittering cars of buyers of subsidized drugs, …
The Cherry Picker’s Daughter (Melissa Lucashenko)
A tribute to the late Kerry Reed-Gilbert given by Melissa Lucashenko at the launch of Aunty Kerry’s memoir, The Cherry Picker’s Daughter, at the Avid Reader Bookshop in Brisbane on …
On Leaving Iran (Rebecca Ruth Gould)
The plane ascends. Women disrobe, crossing into Turkey’s airspace. Their hair cascades like waterfalls. I lift my skirt to let my legs breathe. So much sin is compressed between my …
Cartography (Paul Hetherington)
Cartography 1. The width of our expression was never as wide as the ocean. The depth we knew rarely troubled the lantern fish. Yet your hands were waves, absorbed in …
2019 QPF Philip Bacon Ekphrasis Award Winners
Queensland Poetry Festival’s Philip Bacon Ekphrasis Award, now in its fifth year, is named after one of Australia’s premier art dealers, Philip Bacon. All the paintings used in the competition …
A Kind of Burden (Saddiq Dzukogi)
Silence like emptiness, is reciprocal when you speak against a wall, knowing …
if you came tapping at the window (Ali Whitelock)
Artist’s Statement I was in Scotland a few years ago when my father died unexpectedly. That night a thick fog descended. When I went to bed I was suddenly (weirdly …
Dhalbin Yinaargal
(Michelle Vlatkovic)
Yinaargal come together by a fire burning eurah and sandalwood. Smoke fans away distractions that distance us. Each one of us silently places a small branch in the fire. Letting …
The nature of loss
(Audrey Molloy)
Widow-makers, they call your boughs that plunge without warning, crush soft bodies beneath. Yet I know you are not death but grief’s balled fist come down. For seven years I decompose below your …