Samuel Wagan Watson: A Poem (2016)

Samuel Wagan Watson State and National Award-winning poet and professional narrator and storyteller, Samuel Wagan Watson has Irish, German, Dutch, and Aboriginal (Munaldjali and Birri Gubba) ancestry. He is the son of prominent Brisbane-based academic, writer and activist Sam Watson. Born in Brisbane Watson spent much of his earlier life on the fringe of the Sunshine more »

Angela Peita ~ Three Poems

Angela Peita is a Brisbane based spoken word performer, event organiser and workshop facilitator. She is one of the producers behind Brisbane’s vibrant Ruckus Slam and is passionate about creating spaces where art can happen. When she grows up, she hopes to be just like you. The truth about your depression So, I’ve never been good more »

Andrew Galan ~ Five Poems

Andrew Galan is an internationally published poet and co-producer of renowned poetry event BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!. Described by reviewers as ‘riddled with satire’, his poetry is gut, direct, and imagination and reality meeting to eat and fight. Showcased at events including the Woodford, National Folk and Queensland Poetry festivals, and Chicago’s Uptown Poetry Slam, his verse appears in more »

David Adès ~ Five Poems

David Adès is a Pushcart Prize nominated poet currently relocating to Australia after living in Pittsburgh since 2011. He has been a member of Friendly Street Poets since 1979. He is the author of Mapping the World (Friendly Street Poets / Wakefield Press, 2008) commended for the Anne Elder Award 2008, and the chapbook Only more »

B. R. Dionysius ~ Five Poems

B. R. Dionysius ~ Five Poems B. R. Dionysius Poems ★ B. R. Dionysius is a Generation X contemporary Australian poet, editor & educator. His poems have appeared in numerous national & international anthologies, journals, magazines, newspapers & other periodicals. He was born in Dalby, Queensland. He was founding Director of the Queensland Poetry Festival. His more »

Five Poems ~ David Stavanger

that dream you keep having shower drips but there’s no water. in the bath’s deep end, faces floating on your face. eyes hung like light bulbs, front door cleaved open. blinking neon sign on the roof: THIS IS THE KILLING FLOOR the boneless ones suck at your toes harvesting hair from armpits and sinks. the more »

Matt Hetherington ~ Five Poems

It, Again like a child, naturally you want to make it new to make it powerful or pretty and be done with it before it’s ready to be free so you keep it inside and lord it over it like you’re the god that you don’t believe in … Temporary Like America it doesn’t rhyme more »

Michael Farrell ~ Three Poems

The Concept Of The Queue As A Justification For Linearity Catching a bus offsets the cost of addiction. The Australian Stands at the front yet belongs at the back. Things Can be learned from browsing the fronts of books, but There’s no free ride when it comes to Reading Entering a bus in the middle’s more »