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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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Little Glass Pen: November 2010

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The poetry of Amanda Joy. Sunday, November 28, 2010. Pop This Date in The Diary or on The Back of Your Hand or. anywhoos it's December 17! Come celebrate the launch/arrival/release of In Hand, my book of poetry. 7:30pm, December 17 @ The Fringe Gallery, 94 Bawdan st, Willagee. Bring your dancing slippers. and a poem to share! Some blurbs .s. s. The poetry of Amanda Joy stretches out to touch the reader both physically and spiritually. Her words penetrate to the heart and soul of relationships, openin...

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Little Glass Pen: October 2010

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The poetry of Amanda Joy. Sunday, October 31, 2010. 8220;fists have many forms” Margaret Atwood. She has become the hollow room. Of this house with its black throat. Her hands are holding. I’ll use this truth later, but here,. This stealing is done with. Fingers, even ones holding. This is a borrowing, I will. Borrow your hands, I will. My chest, I will. Be the wanky fucker. My own enjambment, I will. Strip the face off. Of sea lapping smooth the rocks,. The swimmers who can’t. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Little Glass Pen: June 2011

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The poetry of Amanda Joy. Wednesday, June 22, 2011. The sensuous signs offer us a new structure. Of time, time rediscovered at the heart of lost. Time itself, as an image of eternity. Sequestered in earth, invisible flowering. Truffled to fungus in wet dark. Sniff past. The ground, see past the crack in the soil. Incise with fingertips the parted dirt, to find. The threatened orchid, sessile and yawning. He rolls away from her and the smell of them. Puffs from the sublayer of sheets, meeting places.

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Little Glass Pen: April 2011

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The poetry of Amanda Joy. Wednesday, April 13, 2011. For Miss Jane's birthday. Blue Butcher of tongue. Peeled from its industry. From roof of mouth. Turned slightly left, new. Cupped calyx, funnelled. Modified into a lip. Sunday, April 3, 2011. Bodies of the lovers. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Enter your email address:. The Incomparable Coral Carter. Graham Nunn's Another Lost Shark. Dale Winslow's Pandora's Thief. John Sweet's Bleeding Horse. Andrew Burke's Hi Spirits. The Red Room Company.

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Little Glass Pen: Snake Like Charms

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The poetry of Amanda Joy. Monday, September 15, 2014. Snake Skin, Roe Swamp. Shedding skin of a snake, will. Loosen first at the lips, retract. Backward over bluing eyes. Dull crown, those sorcerous jaws. Resistance is needed, seeking. Friction of rock, chafe of grass. Scour and scrub of brown balga. It braces its body and slides out. Slipped fishnet of bubblewrap. Mingled with a streaky mandala. Of divested paperbark, becomes. My discovery, being its past. I tease open a brittle end, puzzle. September 1...

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Little Glass Pen: February 2011

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The poetry of Amanda Joy. Thursday, February 17, 2011. Chapbook Review. Paul Harrison's meet me at gethsemane. I had made a rule for myself that this blog would be a simple little repository for my poetry, with a little aside from time to time, but I’ve decided bend it a little and share my thoughts on some things that catch my attention. Meet me at gethsemane. I didn’t know. I did to her. From “doll”. The givens of life are what they are, often enough our lives are a dark and obscure mission. These ...

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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: February 2015

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An independent poetry blogzine. Watch your step. Pouring from a glass Niagara. Into a boxy valley. Spills across a landing. I tread lightly here. On the dark non-slip. From a vaulted ceiling. Dick Alderson (Western Australia). From The Astronomer's Wife. Links to this post. Sometimes she would ask one of us. To help, to hold up a skein. While she wound the wool into a ball. We’d sit facing each other. On two chairs in the kitchen. Our child-hands held towards her. In an almost embrace, the wool. It lives...

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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.