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Uneven Floor: August 2015

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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. With the ocean, carried on the waves,. With loud voices that cracked through the bush,. With guns and nothing was safe,. With strange animals and let them roam,. With axes and hacked and chopped,. With greed and nothing was sacred,. Without asking and offered no apology,. With no white flag and expected surrender,. Rachel McEleney (Western Australia). Links to this post. On the road to the vanishing point. We layered our story. Over the Inggarda stories.

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Uneven Floor: January 2015

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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Has she seen him. It never harmed me. Using the knife to cut out. The curious knot in the wood. Slit the vein of red pare back. Shaves his hair to the scalp. The child sticks out. His chin grits his teeth. Keeps the pirate costume. On all the time. Sword at the ready. At night he sucks his thumb. Annette Mullumby (Western Australia). Links to this post. Why don’t you have teeth there. Nanna he says pointing to the gaps. Oh I say they got worn out. Annette ...

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Uneven Floor: weeds

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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Tip to eager root/gloved hand. Like a slammed door/dead phone/totalled car. While you sleep/stare at weave. In an office partition/wipe dust from a desk phone. On your way by goldfish sunrise. Green under bike wheel. Weeds stretch wide loop tight. In the slide of a month. They begin to look. Like they have design. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). You Don't Know When Light Will Come Again, But It Will. The Sydney Opera House. Previously on Uneven Floor.

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Uneven Floor: Old Song

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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Finally, the child is asleep. The evening sky itself is almost white with fatigue. It’s so warm that nobody’s out,. And soon i will gaze. Over the quiet city streets. Where is the woman. To taste my skin? Perhaps i know her already,. Or maybe she is as distant as winter. Well, every bird sings first for itself. 29 Jul 2015, 07:55:00. Intrigued by the soft joy of simple things and the friendly resignation to patience. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Robbie Coburn

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Before Bone and Viscera. I prepared my flesh for its new life yesterday. Steadied the crudely fashioned handles and pulled. The rip left sheets of scar tissue emptying. Onto the carpet, a stain forming a puddle beneath. My naked white toes. The torn opening widened into a hole where. My mouth had been, sprawled still across the. The scarred surface shed its habit and. Abandoned its blemishes easily. Falling through the circled and frayed furrows. After the burning of dawn tanned the leathery. His work is...

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Robbie Coburn

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The ways we have altered. As if time were shaping us. Into a fully formed image of a family. From the weatherboard house. Released into the clean air. I have used this image to rake. Rocks from the driveway. To release the heavy breath. Below the urgency of it all. I have wished to remove all of it. To refashion your eyes. Empty your bodies of the knots. Building towards a fall. Crossing the dams in hope of alterations. I can attempt to heal. Beyond scars in the skin,. A depth without physical form.

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Robbie Coburn

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Dawn comes not unlike. The sleeplessness preceding it,. Unalterable and dragging through your breath. Then there's the acute aloneness you have felt engraining anyway. You walk on and pass through. An inexplicable view you search for. And watch fade perfectly from the periphery. Your tongue fallen into deeper silence with each considered motion. Thought itself is inconceivable. But you know at some point the grasses reach an end. And the pale tree-faces turn away. The wind will start to dissolve skin.

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Robbie Coburn

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Any pasture welcomes decay,. Skin worn in exposure. The horizon goes unseen at the crimson dawn. Body unrecognisable in the cold air. Feeling of crossing the morning too quickly. And returning to the house. You are not a part of this place. Robbie Coburn is an Australian poet. He was born in June 1994 in Melbourne and grew up on his family’s farm in the semi-rural locality of Woodstock, Victoria. And his poems have been anthologised. His poetry collections are. He currently resides in Melbourne. Blank Ru...

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Words Poetical: January 2015

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The poetry of SB Wright. Thursday, January 29, 2015. Post it Note Poetry 2015 - Guidelines. So the time is nearly upon us. February 1st is the day it all begins. If you are new to Post It Note Poetry, check out Co-founder Adam Byatt’s post here. The general gist of it is:. Give yourself permission to write poetry, badly if need be. Write out that poem on a post-it note and photograph it. Put it on twitter with the #postitnotepoetry. Do this every day of February (if you can). Post-It Note Poetry 2015.