Two poems by April SpeedPoets feature, Amanda Joy

Just a few more days until SpeedPoets rolls into Inspire Gallery Bar for our April event… so to get your poetry taste buds salivating here’s a couple of poems from one of our features, Perth based poet, Amanda Joy.

Amanda is a poet, sculptor, installation artist and songwriter born in the Kimberley region of Western Australia. She currently lives, works and gardens in Fremantle and travels as often as she can. Her poetry has been published in various journals online and in print such as Cottonmouth, Up The Staircase Literary Review, Killpoet, Fragile Arts Quarterly, Black Rider Press, Another Lost Shark, Heroin Love Songs, The Toronto Quarterly, Black Listed Magazine, Speedpoets and The Best Australian Poems 2009. She has a fascination with portals and conduits and every now and then she pops out a little limited edition illustrated chapbook for those who ask nicely. A tiny, yet sincere chapbook of her poetry, Not Enough To Fold was lovingly published through Verve Bath Press early this year. A more sizeable binding of her wordage, In Hand will be released in the U.S. in April. She blogs her poetry semi regularly at her website www.littleglasspen.com and www.myspace.com/amanda_joy1970.

SpeedPoets, Sunday April 11, 2:00pm – 5:00pm, InSpire Gallery Bar – 71 Vulture St. West End. Entry is a gold coin donation.

 

Sliding Scale

There is an age where
a child will test everything
by putting it in their mouth
as if its taste held a secret

Before the shape of words
weighs down that
infinite tongue

I hold you in my mouth
read you like braille
 

 

 

                                         No One (In English)

                                                      A cat
                                                      with a live rat
                                                      screaming
                                                      in its mouth, in
                                                      the bedroom
                                                      at 3am

                                                      and you snatch it
                                                      in your hands
                                                      and throw it
                                                      from the balcony

                                                      suddenly, like
                                                      a magic trick

                                                      Looking behind
                                                      people’s eyes
                                                      I don’t meet

                                                      Surplus words,
                                                      because

                                                      for the most
                                                      important we have
                                                      only one

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1 Comment

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One response to “Two poems by April SpeedPoets feature, Amanda Joy

  1. Will Fred

    Was that you? Was it me? In the bedroom at 3 AM?
    Oh, the cat! Ah, the rat!
    Now I remember.

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