October 2013 ~ Helen Hagemann

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Review: 'of Arc & Shadow' by Dennis Haskell (writingWA) 29/10/2013

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Poem for the Day: Wiseman's Ferry Punt - (The Hunter Poems)

Wiseman's Ferry Punt At the end of the road, the Wiseman's Ferry punt waits for carriers, campers, bikes, and cars. Beside the river, thick forested mountains rise up like an impasse of landscape out of reach. The punt is the only way to cross this wide expanse, a deep, grey line of Hawkesbury River between streets. Daggers of native orchids shoot out...

Poem for the Day: Love Poem for the Ancient Greeks - found poem

Love Poem for the Ancient Greeks i. A continent full of snakes and spiders' eyes greeted Paris on his march into Troy. He thought of Helen when inside the Trojan horse, and marked his love on long beams with his sword. When he dreamed of her, the seas whooshed him back and back to a bedchamber of camel hair and wind-chimes. ii. When Psyche brought home...

Poetry D'Amour Anthology Launch 2013

LAUNCH OF POETRY D'AMOUR ANTHOLOGY 2014 Gary De Piazzi, Stephany Durack and Tineke Van Der Eecken form a small but formidable team. They've been busy working behind the scenes to prepare a third year of events with Poetry d'Amour 2014. The 2014 Poetry d'Amour anthology, edited by Liana Joy Christensen, competition judge, will be launched on 21 November 2013 at 7pm...

Video of the Day: Launch of Helen's "of Arc & Shadow"

Many thanks to Roland Leach of Sunline Press, Lucy Dougan, Sarah Robey (artist), Kathryn Stafford (Gallows Gallery), family, friends, OOTA friends, poets, writers and colleagues for a marvelous day. "of Arc & Shadow" is now officially launched. ...

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Poem for the Day: Living in Sin by Adrienne Rich

Living in Sin She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal, the panes relieved of grime. A plate of pears, a piano with a Persian shawl, a cat stalking the picturesque amusing mouse had risen at his urging. Not that at five each separate stair would writhe under the milkman's tramp; that morning light so coldly would delineate the scraps of last night's cheese...