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Interview | Nick Cave Biographer Mark Mordue
With Boy on Fire: The Young Nick Cave, author and journalist Mark Mordue explores Nick Cave’s early years in Australia, before he became the iconic musician, songwriter, and leader of The Bad Seeds. The book ends just as Cave is leaving…
Poem of the Week | Under the Blankets by Hon Corbett
Like an under whisked meringue
the downy duvet lies flat
over our mountainous range
but wriggling fingers pull at
the now slowly rippling surface.
Its snowcapped peaks melting
into marshmallow clouds
like a…
Poem of the Week | Language by Vicki Wilson
When you drive at night, you can
look into people’s homes,
into lit rooms
through windows.
You might see a TV show
they’re watching,
a meal,
or an argument.
When you drive in winter,
you can…
Poem of the Week | Lost at Sea by Isaac Quinn
when i was lost at sea, there was a
song i used to sing every night to make me dream
sweet things. it spoke of a boy who needs
faith going into a church, and believing
in everything there but himself. to
sleep, i would taste…
Poem of the Week | Would I shatter by Ruth Ennis
I don’t think
I’ve ever seen
A mirror in
My dreams
Maybe
The worlds
I build are
Too flat
To reflect
Beyond
My own
Plane
I don’t think
I’ve…
Poem of the Week by Rachel Burns | The first time I invite my mother to dinner
We sit at the red garden galvanised table
with punched out holes to let the rain fall through
the kitchen smells of roast chicken.
– the chicken I salvaged from the cat’s jaws.
I slouch at the table – I’m the wolf
…
Poem of the Week | Clearbrightness by Daniel Johnson
After the Irish of Aodhgan O’Rathaille
She was in the brightening sea and in
clearbrightness – something changed.
Following, I entered the substance.
It felt valuable like diamond or blood.
She moved in, under,…
Poem of the Week | Big Water by Amy Blythe
We walked over crooked roots and branches
until we reached the water’s edge,
stopping only to take off our shoes
Your arms orbited mine as I shifted and splayed,
fingers fanning over a half-sunken statue of a…
Poem Of the week | The Freeze by Christian Ward
The Big Freeze of 1963
turned London into an open-air museum.
Foxes, caught in a taxidermist’s pose,
frozen in suspended animation.
Geese locked in cloud vaults.
Blackbirds glued to lawns. Trees
hard as enamel. The…
Poem of the Week | I see you now by Aoife Finnegan
Eyes closing for a minute, just resting-
the mountain a dim shadow on a green lake,
shade worn lightly-
We didn’t even notice
not until years later
when it wasn’t as easy to
search a face
without being found out,
no…