Brett Cross

a note a note folded and placed, straggly grassfarm stretches to the broad riverwith gold carp a maroon barnbones juthigh on the hill early summerblackbirds in the flame treedangling worms note gives directions to a treehutclimbfrom up there on sturdy bougha good sense of the farmfrom neighbour’s fence skyto far-flung harbourtreehut scrawled with writing aphorismstauntsyouthful… Continue reading Brett Cross

Issue 11 / 2020

Brett Cross, Ellen Morgan Butler, Lisa Samuels, Murray Edmond, essa may ranapiri, Ruby Solly, Amy Leigh Wicks, Vanessa May Crofskey, Dave Drayton, Jake Goetz, Pascalle Burton, Michael Farrell, Judy Annear, Louis Klee, Claire Albrecht, Louis Armand, Toby Fitch, aj carruthers, Emily Stewart, Pam Brown

How I Get Ready – Ashleigh Young

I can only describe the narrator as a lost zoologist who must regress into memory and childhood yet also cannonball our awareness into a strange new world.

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600.1202: An Opera

They say that one day, powerful star-gazers will be able to detect American tidal waves from the centre of Germany…

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Moth Hour – Anne Kennedy

I am often concerned by the use of deaths as openers, and about the ethics of condensing the entirety of a person’s life into a soundbite, into an enticing introductory hook.

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émigré – Genève Chao

I don’t like émigré simply because I agree with the book’s sociopolitical underpinnings (although I do), but because it’s beautiful and well-crafted.

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AUP New Poets 5

I’d heard of Carolyn DeCarlo, Sophie van Waardenberg and Rebecca Hawkes in publications like Starling, Landfall and Sweet Mammalian; AUP New Poets 5 gives them centre-stage.

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Archival–Poetics – Natalie Harkin

Harkin is active in her writing and recording of what was done and to whom. People from the past return through her words, they do not remain buried in the archives.

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bioremediation

by friday / i am 50% used up / tho i’m tired / i make my weekly pilgrimage / taking foodscraps up to the compost bins at the innermost gardens

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Biennale 37,000

They build a cardboard shell to become larger, and paint a white stripe down the centre of the face.

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3 by Prisco

watch me disappear. live / & never let but i’m / fine. for it’s not / a thing of bitterness / but love / demolished, set against itself, / not a thing to stir

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Apocrypha: Peat – Lynn Jenner

My notes for the remainder of this response continue for several pages. A loose-leaf file of notes and photographs is, it turns out, far harder to summarise than a traditional story.

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The Lamp

do you feel the quiet? / it’s you. // do you see the quiet? / nah, you.

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