Red Room

This entry is part of a series, Papercuts» Cranbrook, Mid-June After Martin Harrison The inarguable harbour proves the point hit by the low winter sun, we squint fishing for cutlery, facing the mirrors in a high-ceilinged room. We discuss pies and north coast water, pale meat, dark gravy, Broken Head. Each beach orchestrates a meeting [...]

This entry is part of a series, Papercuts» Papercuts is Australia’s only national poetry education program. Papercuts promotes the living practice of poetry through a series of workshops with contemporary Australian poets. Through Papercuts, students and educators in primary and secondary schools, correctional centres, community organisations, professional associations and universities, undertake workshops to develop their [...]

This entry is part of a series, Unlocked» , Unlocked» Ralph A dead dog. A deep hole. A piece of rope. I tied one end around the dog’s waist, the other around mine. Ralph (I’ve given him a name) went in first. We didn’t make it as far as China but we did come out [...]

This entry is part of a series, Unlocked» Confused Like Horses He sat down and tried to focus but couldn’t truly make out the shapes. Some nights, he sleepwalks into streetlit rooms all over the planet. You dream of your best friend’s house – it’s a collage, but you’d swear blind it was the real [...]

This entry is part of a series, Unlocked» Unlocked is an educational program developed and run by The Red Room Company in collaboration with NSW Correctional Centres. The program aims to unlock the potential of inmates through the transformative possibilities of poetry. Australian poets are taken into the centres to run intensive writing workshops, working [...]

This entry is part of a series, The Disappearing» The Disappearing Suite They hover on the edges, their voices haunting the blue hour when the tide of memory recedes and forgetfulness returns, washing over the ash-prints of their passing, so faint, yet so fresh you can’t tell if the moment is disappearing or about to [...]

The Astronomer Just stars, and grassland – ___to stand on the limit of the world ___and then climb upwards. Here is his tower, ______his staircase curled and vagrant as any dream: It is pictured next to the cow. How constant the constellations, this city now wheeling beneath them. Here is his quiet heartbeat. He must [...]