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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva (Side 3)

As side 3 plays, First Bite spins to a close. Massive thanks to Julie, Cindy and Ashley for taking the leap with me… am already excited about the shape our next project may take.

the record spins clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

last piece of the puzzle
her body nestled
against mine

CK

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bare foot in the kitchen
her teeth chatter la cucaracha

JB

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the record spins
gathering blues
at dawn

GN

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warmth kicks in
the womb

AM

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first buds
appear under
her t-shirt

CK

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lips on the wine glass
blooming red

JB

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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva (Side 2)

First Bite Side 2 CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

nightfall
grandfather’s stories flicker
in the flames

GN

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we observe the animal
spines unusually fluid

AM

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the dam
in full bloom
he feels no pulse

CK

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sunburnt skin and sweat
beneath him

JB

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not wanting
to show my heart
this first morning

GN

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she tries too hard
with bar stool French

AM

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on the second bottle
a surge
of waves

CK

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a long walk home
breathing steam into her v neck

JB

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still cold —
the moon lengthens
my stride

GN

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a child could measure
and die, like the leaves

AM

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First Bite: An Autumn Triparshva

While I have been leading the summer ginko group through their marvellous Snake Weather, I have also been taking part in our Autumn collaborative poem, this time with Ashley Martin, Cindy Keong and Julie Beveridge. To mix things up a little, we decided to write a Triparshva. Enjoy this first bite…

First Bite CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

the first bite
of autumn
red apples

CK

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seasoning the pie
it’s raining again

JB

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a koel calls
we slip into
each other

GN

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armed with pillows
I like your shadow

AM

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hide and seek
the moon wears
a golden halo

CK

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in keeping with tradition
we pray hand in hand

JB

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The Crow: A Summer Renga (part vi)

With this sixth part of our renga, ‘The Crow’ has come to an end. It has been a thrill as always working with Ashley and Cindy; already we are planning an Autumn renga, so watch this space over the coming weeks. For now, enjoy the final flight of The Crow.

Branches Stripped CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

tissues pile up
every branch
stripped bare

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face to face
with the wind

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genealogy is all
you sleep in
a rented suit

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unworn for years
this memory

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clouds pass
the confused heads
of sunflowers

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paperboy on your starlit route
the dark turning into birds

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The Crow: A Summer Renga (part v)

mist rises CLK

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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funeral procession
seeing more
of my mother

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flamenco
with his ghost

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mist rises
the sound of our
shadows touching

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arm to arm
my son’s first steps

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at the border
a crooked finger
fear of frost

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letter from home
cracked on the fold line

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The Crow: A Summer Renga (part iv)

Bougainvillea blush - clk

[photograph by Cindy Keong]

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drunk again
the blush of
bougainvillea

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that we might have
bigger fires

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Australian quality
stainless steel legs
on the lawn swan

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so deceptive
the neighbour’s manicured nails

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deaccelerate
as a gymnast slips
wetly off the bar

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sun warmed
the orphaned nestling

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The Crow: A Summer Renga (part iii)

rearview - AM

[photograph by Ashley Martin]

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milky saucer
cat’s got
your ebbing tongue

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again…
the pond turns silver

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rear view mirror
leaving town
at the lights

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half a palace you bragged
our names in glyph

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looking around
to ensure no one sees -
naked ladies

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the gardener’s
toothless grin

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