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(after the monoprint by Michael Donnelly) Stars empty themselves – no show tonight. The Bowl opens its mouth and your teeth shudder. The ground contracts with cold: you’re trembling. Your head falls against the steel cables the lights go off in Government house. Far above you the Arts Centre spire extends its white finger into the night: gulls circle crying holy holy holy Down here a Leunig festival of weeping alone in the dark while Government house is sleeping. Stars get nailed to the night sky. You take the silence for an answer. This poem was written for The Disappearing, an app that (literally) explores poetry and place, which you can download for free Cathy Altmann is a Melbourne poet, teacher and musician. Her poetry has been published on Melbourne’s trains [...]

What Night Knows
After Gaugin’s Le Cheval Blanc

The Eggshell Parade brings you a reading and interview from poet Marie-Elizabeth Mali.

Life's a Beach

The Eggshell Parade brings you a reading and interview from poet Kelli Russell Agodon.

Now that we have mapped the Ocean it is just so much more difficult for the boats to disappear. Even so, our phones died in tandem that first night, we smashed the bottle neck open against the sun spoiled steel of the barge. And the wine poured freely as all of those rivers, now redirected, might swarm to one arcane place. Today I would notice that this swing bridge to nowhere was not dismantled; that the asphalt tearing pines were left to tower the valley. Their spiny fingers leaning in and covering invisible mouths, as if to promise a secret well kept. Only then, I had never dreamed of being hidden by the cover of another body so completely – the freeway above seemed to silence itself. We will never [...]

Ornithology Lesson

The poems of Trick Vessels are not the imposed order and false certainties of neo-conservatism, but an embracing of the power and force of night through the spell casting power of language--the magic that does not destroy uncertainty but which gives it value, and purpose.

If Ashbery’s poems are premised, if distantly, on a hope for the future, a hope for new imaginary communities, a hope for a new way of speaking, Creeley’s poem are cynical about the future, isolated from community, and unable to even speak.

You sit down to write a report entitled, “How is it possible for one person to kill another?” An hour later you wander off into the streets, leaving a blank page pocked with dark nothings. You see people cover coughs, remove glasses, wave goodbyes, adjust headsets, thumb mobiles, stub out cigarettes and arrange hair in ways that suggest intimate worlds and private moments. Almost every action unaware, an unnoticed use of the hands. You wonder how many more steps in the direction of unconsciousness would be required for one of those pairs of hands to be raised against another. You fall into the hole between the hand and the heart and stay there because it is easier than answering such questions. Australian born Richard James Allen has published nine books [...]

dream in which you survive and in the morning things are back to normal

The Eggshell Parade brings you a The Noisy Reading Series reading and interview from poet Michelle Bitting. Michelle reads her poem “Free,” which appears in the winter 2012 issue of diode.

The story of Cain is built into the founding mythos of America, whose people were cast out of Europe to violently master "uncivilized" land.

Ghosts bristle from the grimy grout of cobbles and tiles. Foot -paths, the Ouija board. Feet pulled by forces to trace, decrypt names. Whispers just audible to haunted ears. Pedestrians strollers and filth, endless streets. My mind an accomplice a terrified toddler, curious climbs the steps toward the attic a house planted on dead memories. Eyes catch shadows, shoes read the Braille of faces. Shades surface beneath my boots, blacken the soles on the sullen trail, a ghost-infested city.  Ali Alizadeh's latest book is Ashes in the Air (UQP, 2011), shortlisted for the Prime Minister's Literary Award, Poetry. His next novel will be published by UQP in 2013. He is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at Monash University. He has a website:


She took her sweet time, I suspect, in order to release something rare, special, and dangerous -- a finished book.