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Poetry in a Matchbox

The Lavender Room Zine-in-a-Matchbox, Bumper Poetry Issue is here!

Many of you may have read the interview I did with the lady of the Lavender Room, Pascalle Burton, back when issue #1 hit the streets, but this 8th issue is ready to blow all others away.

The matchbox is bursting with tiny poems by Bruce Dorlova, Hadley, Matt Hetherington, Carmen Keates, Chris Lynch, Corrie MacDonald, Andrew Phillips, Jacob Polley, David Prater, Nathan Shepherdson, David Stavanger, emily xyz, this Lost Shark and many others. The box is also elegantly designed and comes with a single match.

The Bumper Poetry Issue is now available via The Lavender Room Facebook Page or the etsy site for just $8 + postage.

So if you like words that catch fire, then start clicking… with Christmas knocking on the door, the Bumper Poetry Issue might just make the perfect gift!

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SpeedPoets 8.7 featuring Alan Jefferies & Bruce Dorlova

Well, it is almost that time of the month again… time for the gathering that is SpeedPoets. So, if you are anywhere in the vicinity of Brisbane this Sunday (October 4), pack up your poems and head on down to The Alibi Room (720 Brunswick St. New Farm), from 2pm. This month features poetry sets from Alan Jefferies and Bruce Dorlova as well as Sheish Money and I stepping out again to play some poems from The Stillest Hour (and some new stuff). As always there will be free zines, plenty of Open Mic and other give aways. To make your poetic tastebuds sparkle, here’s a poem from Alan and Bruce.

See you Sunday…

 

Don’t feed the birds
            by Alan Jefferies
 

Don’t feed the birds
that’s what the letter said
We, the Body Corporate
prohibit you from
feeding the birds.
He didn’t care
he sat all day on the roof
in his dressing gown
a bucket full of bread by his side
the birds seemed to like it
the skinny ones, that is
the fat ones could no longer make it
to his fourth floor balcony window.
While the hallway filled with letters
threatening court action
                   eviction
                   a firing squad at dawn.
He didn’t worry
as long as they kept coming
swooping over his head like the spokes
of a giant wheel
showering the suburb with the shit
his neighbours now held him responsible for.

 

 

water bottle
by Bruce Dorlova 

 

it has become the custom
among our kind to always carry
Water.
this is the age of Aquarians
each polycarbonate amphora
spilling greedy
for want of lack.

i embrace parching
wrap it in thickfurred tongue
close it in creaking voicebox
surrounded by small seas i
drink not.

salt sharpens thirst.
This is the conundrum of oceans

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