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Brisbane New Voices II – Chris Lynch

In a recent post, I introduced the first of the Brisbane New Voices II poets, John Koenig and his micro-collection Green Tea & Nicorette. I am excited to say that the book is now back from the printer and looks stunning! So it is now time to introduce the second featured poet, Brisbane based writer, publisher and editor, Chris Lynch. His micro-collection, Bashed Flat By Heaven, is elegant in its simplicity. The seven poems in this collection, are quietly assured and explore with a keen eye, the complex relationship between the human and the natural landscape. The poem, Homo Domesticus, is a wonderful introduction to his work.

                                                             Homo domesticus

                                                             Home is a horse
                                                             blanket or doona

                                                             sewn daily. The smell
                                                             wraps, enfolds us

                                                             like mother in robes
                                                             with her breast out

                                                             as we sit by the fire
                                                             and drink pumpkin

                                                             soup, fall asleep
                                                             on animal skins

                                                             and dream of rain
                                                             beating on the roof,

                                                             timber chunks popping
                                                             in the hearth. Creatures

                                                             of the night call to
                                                             each other in the storm

                                                             but we have men
                                                             and dogs at the gates,

                                                             thick wooden stakes
                                                             and iron chains

                                                             and no one and
                                                             nothing will

                                                             disturb our rest,
                                                             not until we smell

                                                             a hot and wholesome



Keep your eyes peeled for news of the launch in the coming days…


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Brisbane New Voices II: John Koenig

During the latter half of 2010, I quietly worked away on Volume II of Brisbane New Voices and I am happy to report that it is now at the printer. I am out-of-my-skin excited about launching this collection in February, as Volume I featuring Jonathan Hadwen and Fiona Privitera was one of my 2010 highlights.

Volume II will again feature micro-collections from two local poets, but let’s do things slowly… let me introduce you to the work of Brisbane’s ‘romantic rebel’, John Koenig. John’s micro-collection, Green Tea & Nicorette features eight poems that he has honed over the years in front of audiences at SpeedPoets and a number of other local events. His words are born of hardship and our unique Australian landscape, but they are brimming with hope and a deep love of people. I think John’s poem, Out Here, is a great introduction to his work. Keep your ears to the waters of Another Lost Shark for news of the launch (and of course, news of the second, feature poet).

Out Here

It’s two tone brigalow belah country, out here.

Out here mirror topped dams reflect a painted sky
out here wedge-tailed eagles spy a bushranger landscape
out here the rainbow serpent rises from its slumber
out here always fills me with longing.

It seems the sun moves so slowly, out here.
Stout bottle trees cast shadows over the land.
My father always said this was good grass country
as long as you get the rain, out here.

Out here old meat sheds cry of past slaughters
out here old graveyards weep of past stories
out here old churches whisper past prayers
out here the past always haunts me.

The night rustles to black, out here.
Behind a moth-eaten theatre curtain
the stagehands of time change the props.
A polaroid dawn will develop, out here.

Out here a man dreams in the night of his father
out here a child screams in the night for her mother
out here forty years will disappear in an instant
out here under a hundred million stars

I hold the world asleep in my arms.


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Night Swimming with Jonathan Hadwen: Riverbend Feature Poet #4

Launching a book is an adventure… and debut author Jonathan Hadwen is about to take the ride with his collection Night Swim which will be launched at the first Riverbend Books, Poetry on the Deck event on Tuesday Feb 23. I fired a few questions at him recently to get his thoughts on publication, readings and how he approaches a poem.



The Riverbend Books reading will be the launch of Night Swim, your micro-collection released as part of the Brisbane New Voices series. What does it mean to you to put your work out into the world for the first time in book format?

I definitely got a kick out of seeing the chapbook.  I’ve been leaving it out in obvious places around the house so visitors will stumble upon it.  

How do you approach a poem?
I wait for it to approach me.  I have never had any success trying for force myself to write poetry.  The only things I have found helpful are reading lots of poetry (something about getting your mind into a certain rhythm) and long rides on public transport (maybe there is something in the rhythm of a train clinking over the tracks too?).  Once I have that start there is always work to be done – typing up, editing, collating, sending stuff off and maybe practicing delivery if I plan to read it somewhere, but I have to wait for the first part of the process.

Who are the people who have influenced your work and what is it about them (and their work) that has had the most impact?
E. E. Cummings was one of the first poets I started reading of my own volition and he released me from the misconception that poetry was about using as many big words as possible.  I remember catching my breath when reading the poem where he compares loneliness and heartbreak to hearing “one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands”.

I love Charles Bukowski because he told it how it was.  I like poetry that is unashamedly personal and dislike poetry where I feel like the writer is trying to hide behind a riddle.

One of my favourite poets is Bruce Dawe.  That is how I want my own poetry to be – uncomplicated and honest.

The local poetry scene has also had a huge effect on me over the last few years and I feel lucky to be a poet living in Brisbane right now.

What excites you most about presenting your work to a live audience?

It’s great to be able to read my work to people who haven’t heard it before – probably the best chance a poet has of winning some new fans.


Jonathan Hadwen is a Brisbane poet who has been published in Southerly, Overland and Page Seventeen as well as other publications in Australia and overseas.  He is inspired by public transport, office politics, the ocean, cute waitresses and the merciless summers of his hometown.  On the first Sunday of each month he can be found at the Speedpoets poetry event at the Alibi Room in New Farm, and his first micro-collection “Night Swim” is to be released in 2010 as part of the Brisbane New Voices series.

More of Jonathan’s work can be found at: http://www25.brinkster.com/jkhey/poetry/index.asp


Route 199

You can fall in love
on nights like this
delayed and distracted
on your way home from work
too long since you last ate

sitting in a daze
crammed on a bus 
next to a girl with Scandinavian skin
a girl so beautiful you might think
she floats across the top of life

There are nights when you expect strangers
to throw kisses not punches
those kisses buzzing in the air
in your ear
filling the space left by non-existent conversation

There are nights
saved for cities and crowds
and bus rides
in which you might fall in love
and then out of love again
before you’ve even reached
the next stop.


Poetry on the Riverbend Books deck

Queensland Poetry Festival, QLD Writers Centre & Riverbend Books are proud to present the first Poetry on the Deck event for 2010. Join us on the Riverbend deck as we showcase an exciting mix of local poets to kick start the year. Our first event will feature the seductive and award winning words of Bronwyn Lea (The Other Way Out, Giramondo Press) reading along side debut author, Jonathan Hadwen (Night Swim, Brisbane New Voices vol. 1), Pam Schindler and recent finalist in the QLD Poetry Slam, Betsy Turcot. And as the event falls on the 189th anniversary of John Keats’ death, there will also be a special reading of some of his best known works.

Date: Tuesday 23 February
Location: Riverbend Books, 193 Oxford St. Bulimba
Time: Doors open for the event at 6pm for a 6:30pm start
Tickets: $10 available through Riverbend Books and include sushi and complimentary wine. To purchase tickets, call Riverbend Books on (07) 3899 8555 or book online at http://www.riverbendbooks.com.au/Events/EventDetails.aspx?ID=2237

These events are always hugely popular, so book early to avoid disappointment!


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Brisbane New Voices: Fiona Privitera

Today I am holding a copy of my latest publishing venture Brisbane New Voices, featuring two brand new micro-poetry-collections by Jonathan Hadwen and Fiona Privitera. It looks rather stunning and is putting a very large smile on my face! So to celebrate, here is a look at one of the poems from Fiona Privitera’s micro-collection, Peep Show.



                                                    Love cannot be measured
                                                    nor measured out like
                                                    caught breath or
                                                    dead weight; open cadaver
                                                    silk viscera as

                                                    lengths of rope knotted
                                                    in the Quipu language
                                                    of the Incas
                                                    the different colours
                                                    of my insides bright

                                                    as a rug woven
                                                    with a back-strap loom
                                                    one end tied to a tree
                                                    another to a strap around
                                                    my tensioning hips
                                                    threads from fingertips
                                                    spun floss pulled from body
                                                    I move my open mouth
                                                    from his shoulder
                                                    and a long line of spittle follows


Brisbane New Voices will be launched early in 2010, so keep your eye out for details in the new year. And don’t forget to check out the sample from Jonathan Hadwen’s micro-collection, Night Swim.


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Brisbane New Voices: Jonathan Hadwen


Brisbane New Voices is a publishing project that I have been working on throughout the year as part of my Cafe Poet Residency.  The project is now almost ready to launch with the publication of a limited edition chapbook featuring the poetry of Jonathan Hadwen and Fiona Privitera. Each poet will have have a micro-collection of their work (8 poems) published in the chapbook. I am not sure if (or when) I will do this project again… I may publish one chapbook each year, but this may also be the first and last of its kind. All I know is that it’s been alot of fun working with Jonathan and Fiona. So here’s a look at one of the poems from Jonathan Hadwen’s micro-collection Night Swim.

Night Swim



there are black crystals in my bones
my yoga teacher can see them
he shatters them until they are clusters of sharp pieces in my thighs
he tells me
I am half way between Buddha and TV


my consciousness is a diamond floating above me
anchored to every fingertip, every toe
it pulls at me
and i crumple like a reverse parachute
it is a long fall up to forever


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