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Archive of Issues | The Literary Nest
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This slideshow requires JavaScript. Issue 1 April 2015. Issue 2 July 2015. Issue 3 October 2015. Issue 4 January 201. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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My translation cultivation-so far – USA to AUS
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Mikayla's adventures down under. My translation cultivation-so far. March 17, 2016. June 7, 2016. Australians and Americans might both know how to speak english, but my goodness are there some odd variations… Here’s a list of some of the words I’ve learned and their translations since being down under. I’m sure it will be updated often… I swear I hear new words everyday. Clicking-snapping (click/snap your fingers). Cracker-way to describe something as great. Deb(debutante)-coming out dance for the girls.
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Interview with Ion Corcos, Poet | Ion Corcos
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Interview with Ion Corcos, Poet. For National Poetry Month, Lidy Wilks is interviewing a poet a day. Check out Ion’s interview on Lidy’s website. April 16, 2015. Ion Corcos – Recently Published →. April 16, 2015 at 11:22 pm. Congratulations on your interview, Ion! Congrats on being selected for this event🙂. April 16, 2015 at 11:24 pm. Thanks, Lisa.🙂. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Still Life | Ion Corcos
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Weathered and grey,. Dried through years,. Of beaches and women. You used to paint. The world considered,. Your strokes lit oils,. By unfinished works,. You gather dust,. First Published Message in a Bottle Issue 21 2014. September 28, 2014. Notes at a Park →. March 5, 2015 at 10:56 pm. A wonderful metaphor for your father, Ion. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Newsletter | Ion Corcos
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If you would like to sign up for my newsletters, please click here. I am currently having a break from writing this monthly newsletter. You can read back on all previous issues in the tabs. 2014, 2015,. This month I received my first payment for a poem. After a Study of Lizards. Originally published in Axolotl. Was published in the first issue of Into the Void. I was paid a token amount and was very happy about it! I also had three other poems published this month. Was published in The Literary Nest.
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Lisa Reily Profile | Coffs Harbour Writers' Group Inc.
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Lorraine Penn’s Profile. Ninette van Zyl Profile. Ron Pike’s Poems. Karolyn Gibson’s Poems. Rosalie Skinner’s Stories. Jean Reid’s Stories. Leonie Henschke’s Poems. Lorraine Mouafi’s Stories. Danielle Babb’s Stories. Ron Marke’s Stories. Yvonne Kachel’s Stories. Grassroots Writers’ Weekend 2015. Coffs Harbour Writers' Group Inc. Lisa’s writing began as a result of a sea change. She left her job as a literacy consultant in Sydney, Australia, and moved north to Sapphire Beach. She joined. Still Life, a.
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Notes at a Park | Ion Corcos
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Notes at a Park. Old man stops to rest,. Burnt bat wings above. Spread over two wires. Its shadow on the lawn;. A brush turkey sprints;. Alone at a table,. Swoop at a goanna. Noiseless in the grass,. A young fern bent. Grey wood path crosses. Frogs hid in the reeds. When there was water. Four white ibis walk along the fence. Dry twig dangles in the wind. Black cockatoo upside down. In birdless heat,. Dried seeds on the ground. First Published in Bitterzoet Vol 2.1 2014. October 23, 2014.
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Sheltered | Ion Corcos
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She sweeps the bed sheets smooth,. Presses wrinkles with a sigh. But leaves shadows behind;. Careless words hurled hard;. Shuts the wooden window. From gusts and wet sea salt. The ocean crushes down. Echoes on the widowed shore. His boat smashed on moonless rocks. She picks two eggs to crack,. Beats with a tic and twitch,. Thrashes at her thoughts,. Crushes a broken shell. As words waste to the dead. Butter burns in the iron pan,. Black smoke veils her face. She leaves the kitchen cold. He refused to heed.
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Faceless Women | Ion Corcos
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Waves crash on nearby rocks, I’m about ten,. Sitting in a small room full of paintings,. Patterned fabrics on sofas from a long time ago,. A room filled with untouchable pieces,. Be careful where you step, rickety tables,. Dad’s deep voice, mum crying in the bathroom. Oil paint in a wooden frame, he always liked wood,. No wind, the sky blue, yellow sun in the corner. Three women stand on a beach,. Face the water, backs laced with thin bikinis. There is no fear in the world of these three women. You’...