New Poetry with Audio!

Donald Revell
Stephen Burt
Paul Hoover
Jonah Winter
Cathy Wagner
Reginald Shepherd
Nin Andrews
Sophia Kartsonis
Sandra Miller
Joshua Harmon
Devin Johnston
Chuck Zerby
Sara Henning
Ognjen Smiljanic
Lance Phillips
Peter Drake
Kathleen Byrne
Ernest Hilbert
Garth Greenwell
Marc McKee

Criticism

Brian Henry on Kinsella
Gabriel Welsch on Northrop
Gabriel Welsch on Smith
Cecily Iddings on Ruefle
Christopher McDermott on Wenderoth

Paul Hardacre is the editor of the papertiger: new world poetry CD-ROM and the poetry e-zine hutt. His first collection of poetry, The Year Nothing, is forthcoming from HeadworX (New Zealand) in July 2003.

the shelter bed

graf a tea-strainer for racquet
a clever anti-snobbish thread &
narrative pick-up on listless joy /
the need to relax & buy this can
or streamer / african black box head
she winks & says she likes it / like
to read that later all folded phoned &
moby noises zip-front hooded in blue
he walks in euro diesel / bridge & heart
aligned its landslide note or flower
pong / the azaleas cut & rooted in
ice cream buckets she hesitates
to hand them over / holding the
side garden silent & rotten to dump
this the grass on the bed under plastic &
fallow & tapping the armchair for years
& now growing a beard he yells or forgets
about venice or stanley street jane & the cut of
his suit & the hands became paper / fish
or his dick & the old style was raised before
blankets on windows or japanese steel &
he trained back to brisbane / & gutted / the
call & her flecks being hazel & painted
or sleeping & watching her sit in the heat
then undressed on a towel & she oceans
or swarms to the edge to the marvel of
shells make it time-lapse / a black sun
she motors & waves

Indian Love Poem

                for Marissa           

bored with napoleon think of flower

& stone entangled / the sweet red

knot makes tongue & she / her way of

murdered alphabets / walking through

sinkiang.  at the very top of the body

replace classical head with sky-chariot /

name in gold & set with memory’s

precious stars / bride like stricken fawn

in creeper curls she sleeps viridian

tendrils dreams the pink mango

nightingale / lusty branches salute

venice (celestial fridge) / a shallow water

utopia for a bearded head or tower

she waits taking in the details:

over clear ponds parrots mistake her

lips for fruit scratched with claws &

beaks look splendid / liquid peacock

eyes & glancing like a lower lip or german

curses walking folds of cloud or butter /

the winged victory borne in a fast knot /

comet or sari / the loose end civet-smell

duck-headed stick-man & only then

toe-nails aurora or cranium merges

the visible stretches of her versus blue

& the sheets or collyrium stain on yr cheek

where this morning her pointed breasts & my lips bruise

winter, hinged

the tasteless soup of may
like childhood ramped or hands
of 1912 refused / so big & can't believe
they're paper now & bone from printed
books the ranns of cutch a tourist kund &
twirl of waxen hair in stone & close up
things get weird / cyclopean & docked in
sydney the names are real & wet & monday
makes her howl for logs & breathing mound
the ring of cancelled lino / catlike licks / she
aniseed masks in red with horns & rasta tone /
head creaked bird & sky like the smiths or
bootleg preachers / a kind notion slippered &
not to be quit / it rains & she numbers she smiles
like a rabbit lampooned & then cornered or penned
& while naked is good she will turn face the
window & jumbled in tropics with ground
birds a turf interrupted the dislocate push