Nathan Curnow

Nathan Curnow – Four Poems

Nathan Curnow lives in Ballarat and is a past editor of Going Down Swinging. His books include The Ghost Poetry Project, RADAR, The Right Wrong Notes and his most recent collection, The Apocalypse Awards (2016). He is the father of four daughters, a co-host of the Youtube series Cooking Classic Poems, and is regularly thrown more »

Ali Whitelock – Four Poems

Ali Whitelock is a Scottish poet/writer living in Australia. Ali’s debut poetry collection, ‘and my heart crumples like a coke can’ was published by Wakefield Press in May 2018. Ali’s first book, ‘Poking seaweed with a stick and running away from the smell’ (memoir) was published to critical acclaim by Wakefield Press, Adelaide and by Polygon, more »

Ian Gibbins videopoem

Ian Gibbins CAT CLAWS a videopoem

catclaws from Ian Gibbins on Vimeo. Ian Gibbins is an Adelaide poet who works across diverse forms, including electronic music, digital media, and video. After completing a PhD in Zoology at Melbourne University, he spent two years in Pharmacology Departments in the USA, before coming back to live in a hilly suburb of Adelaide, South Australia. more »

Edward Willes Australian Poet

Edward Willes : Peri-urban – a poem | Bareknuckle Poet Journal of Letters

Edward Willes in an Australian Poet. “A Matisse of Banana-bird sapphire and/Manorina gold blister the rust of an eroding 1999/Hyundai Accent import/parked on the other side of a peri-urban weld mesh fence./Grass and gravel mutiny in the street. Die Brücke expressions of the chalky white runaround car living out the last of its days . more »

Michael Dransfield

Michael Dransfield Poems – Five Unpublished

Michael Dransfield (12 September 1948 – 20 April 1973) was an Australian poet active in the 1960s and early 1970s who wrote close to 1,000 poems. He has been described as one of the most widely read poets of his generation. Dransfield was born in Sydney, and educated at Sydney Grammar School. He briefly studied English literature and language more »

B.R.Dionysius-Australian Poet

B. R. Dionysius: Five Poems 2018

B. R. Dionysius is a prominent author in anthologies and collections of contemporary Australian poetry with over 500 publications archived by the Australian Literary Archive.  He was founding Director of the Queensland Poetry Festival. His poetry has been widely published in literary journals, anthologies, newspapers and online. He is the author of one artist’s book, The Barflies’ more »

joanrbusquets

Visual Poetry #instapoeticatop10 April 2018

⌘ Bareknuckle Poets #instapoeticatop10 April 2018.At Bareknuckle Poets instagram we curate a hashtag gallery of our favourites. At the end of the month the top artist/poet in the feed gets a feature gallery here in our journal. Tag your visual poetry/typewriter art/concrete works with #instapoeticatop10 ** ⌘ Bareknuckle Poets InstaPoetica Top 10 ~ April 2018. Each month we more »

Bareknuckle Poet Ponders & Reviews

Review Call ✪ Poetry & Spoken Word

Submissions of LIVE Reviews are Welcome Bareknuckle Poet reviews in real time now, we are calling for submissions –  — The book review process is tedious. The author crawls through hell on their face to get published. The publisher (sometimes author, money’s that tight) gets robbed by Australia Post. The journal receives books from authors/publicists/publishers/everyone more »

A poem by Abdul-Jaleel Abdalla: Carpark Hooligans

Abdul-Jaleel Abdalla is an Australian/Palestinian poet currently based in South Australia. His work has been published in Bareknuckle Poet Anthology 02, 2016, Deep Water Literary Journal, NoiseMedium, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Alwasat Newspaper. ⎆ instagram.com/aj.abdalla/    

Photograph by Harrison Warne

A Note to Non-Indigenous Australian Poets

  Photograph © Harrison Warne ⌖ BAREKNUCKLE POET JOURNAL OF LETTERS: EDITORIAL APRIL 06, 2018  A Note to Non-Indigenous Australian Poets Judith Wright, (et al.) hit the shin with a sledge hammer when she said Australia is a landscape without echoes for the non-indigenous poet. [1] If I present my love with a rose we both know the more »