30612+ Frankston #poetry bombing @peninsulapoets full gallery

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words by

Andrea Louise Thomas

Brigitte Lewis

Lore Singer

Tony Lambides-Turner

Arjady Marinez

.,,

Jan

comrade harps

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where her fingers have been
i follow
the nape of her legs

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coat hanger
on the back of a door -
light swings

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a flute loops
her fur removed
he pours wine

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whalesong and waves
i walk
to work

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cold night
late to bed
her knees are warm

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international departures -
the space between us grows

24612+ #nyr12 @peninsulapoets #Frankston #poetrybombing

good weather for a poetry bombing

Let the bombing begin

Andrea Louise Thomas @ Frankston Library

poet Jan has a read - but wait, there's more...

Brigette Lewis and Tony see to that @ Frankston Library

a graying comrade with large print brevity

Most of the poetry bombers @ BRAAP lane

Andrea gets pixelated by Brigitte

our poet Laurie-ette gets some NYR12 action in BRAAP lane

Gallery Lane was pasted with poetry bombs

The writing's on the doors

poet Robert considers words and space

Ross Smith Lane: bombing a progress

Ross Smith Lane got 'creep zined

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she sits alone on a long couch
the chairs
animated with talk

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Read here or there or in a poetry bombed Frankston lane Frankston Poetry Bombing Zines

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worshiped and sleepless

the temple gates

of her hips

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stars on her feet
outside
the rain

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after the chemist
a packet of happiness
headlights take minutes to pass

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city freeway
taillights through curves
swim between lanes

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mother and child
milk -
her perfect posture

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hoon in a ute

hysteria machine 

at the dawn of night 

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a beat of silence
on the sea ahead
a grey veil extends

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white breath
on still breeze
i slice mud from football boots

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it rains
meloncholic piano and violin
over a blue-lit pool

13612 red quartet 4

12612 red quartet 3

11612 red quartet 2

10612 red quartet 1

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ROXII removes
boots and socks
drives away

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our train driver
naked and suspended she jerks with pleasure
our fares paid by installment

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the weight of the years
the next big pie
we propose a towel

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natural fibres
the last brush of heat
below her mother's height

5612 zine available from @stickyinstitute

Read here, download from there or pick-up for free from the Sticky Institute - hopefully enjoy.
The Walk Home a Season Creep Zine 

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runs nowhere to succeed and escape
the diminishing threat of vowels
she eyes her black PRSHE

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day concedes
the night fails to speak
we are as one alone

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silence on glass
the sky
has windows 

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the chill beyond lace
an approximation of love
I am here again