Christopher Kelen
David Bircumshaw
Pam Brown
Jill Chan
Jen Crawford
AnnMarie Eldon
Claire Gaskin
Jeff Harrison
Jill Jones
Mark Kanak
Christopher Kelen
Corinne Lee
Cassie Lewis
Lizz Murphy
Sheila E Murphy
Alaric Sumner
Louise Waller
Mark Young
Renga -
Andrew Burke,
Jen Crawford,
Louise
Waller,
Lawrence Upton,
Kristin Hannaford,
Jennifer Compton,
Heather
Matthew,
Jill Jones
Alison Croggon
shrine
a spit
in the river's mouth,
an island
the city is shrine
to borrowed landscape
of mountains sunk, shallows
the world in miniature is what concerns this
weed gathers to the raft of dreams
then day takes down
what light was leant
the wall shrine and the street shrine fade
through a doorway
deep in that dark
where night begins
the red electric flame
is lit
pale beyond accounting
spirits guide steps
roads drift
ghost thick
in the mist's flimsy fists
Holy Thursday, Rua da Porta
You tell me who isn't a whore in this town
Who hasn't plucked some hair for the punters?
Poured themselves into
straitened pants?
Who hasn't cashed a few chips at the bottom
still hoping for a higher
bid
rattled the hips once or twice to entice?
The place is given to deals half struck
The street too narrow for its
horns
I myself have a costume for streetcorners
The subtle overt is my style
mustn't let on the swagger's all front
I'm the kind of cop
whose pencil grows blunt
with the weight of their stares
Taipa: Aubade
a candle
then a bird for light
kettle up against my sun
the bright soaks us
from other days
as if the night were cracked
mere habit of haunting eyes
so
thoughtless clouds stick unintending
boats crossing too in their first clothes
pale water holding up the dawn
a bridge
the Bank of China
casts a glittering stripe
to bend the silver of my river
to take the wheel's long bow
