From his ebony eyriethe moon is salubrious,round as the white lotus' root.The desert's his adversary.
The moon is salubriouswith his godly left eye.The desert's his adversary,spiteful, like a hippopotamus.
With his godly left eyethe moon is neither ossuary,nor spiteful, like a hippopotamus,a shape-shifting crocodile.
The moon is not an ossuary.The desert is a troglodyte,a shape-shifting crocodi ... (read more)
Stuart Barnes
Stuart Barnes's Glasshouses (University of Queensland Press, August 2016) won the 2015 Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize. Since 2013 he has been poetry editor for Tincture Journal. He tweets as @StuartABarnes.
Nan's budgerigar,cat fed squeezing like the morningfog between oxidized barbedwire and gorsewith an older cousinwith a slug gun
booting sheep skullsstripped by gusts, our fathers'1950s snares swooped by plovers,daring: 'yellow spurs! forearmsup!' shooting star-lings for laughs
another exhausted afternoon:a hotted-up Torana: another burnoutto Warran ... (read more)
... it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me.—Sylvia Plath, 'A Birthday Present'
Here's some activity you may have missed:pompadour-lure hung three days after Idisentangle. 'It misses me.'The fourth: A lot has happened onFacebook since you last logged ... (read more)
Woman
the real sea snoring half a mile awaythe scrubbed brick walls of the double lounge and itssamples of african drums flood the speakers
Is that your shadow, weightless,a smudge of grey dustin the black trickery of the she-oak?
the lyrebird in the moon,with her cloudy skirt, shimmies ... (read more)
after David Brooks
Red-tailed Bedouinsof Poetry, blackcockatoos embroiderthe sun into us,seam-rip it asunder.*On the Fitzroy'sbank at midday,cracking seeds of eucalyptsthat outrank Council, a hundredBanks' black cockatoos,a paroxysm of commas.*With their subtlercomplex-ions, the females infinitelymore beautifulthan the ludic-rously coloured gatherers.*The gospel according to the locals:'Four blac ... (read more)