Category Archives: SEASONALLY YOURS

It’s very cliched to go, ‘You’re not goats.’ We don’t care if we are, and we don’t care if we aren’t.

Joel Madden

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“When you’ve fallen from the sky, been abandoned by your friend, suffered police brutality, metamorphosed into a goat, lost your work as well as your wife, learned the power of hatred and regained human shape, what is there left to do but, as you would no doubt phrase it, demand your rights?”

― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

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Sabır acıdır, meyvesi tatlıdır. Translation: Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. Turkish.

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MIRIAM LO
FRUIT IN SEASON 2: WHAT RHYMES WITH . . .

peaches? Beaches. A peach of a beach.
Gracetown in summer. A soft fur of heat
over bodies. The water, icy. Exploding
gently on legs as fruit in the mouth.
Sand the texture of peach stone: gritty,
rough. China, a memory refracted
through tropics: small fat god, white beard,
riding a deer. A Chinese Santa Claus.
In his hand, the fruit of which we speak:
everything peachy

Australia- Poetry International Web

foto – summer fruit in ulmarra dec 09

Clouds gather before a storm.

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O ease our restlessness, Wild wandering dark,

vague hurrying depths of storm, pause and be full,

and thrust your fullness into our desire

till time release us, till we sleep.  And wake

to a cool sky and a soaked earth left bare

to drink its light in peace

DRY STORM by JUDITH WRIGHT.

foto – clouds over ulmarra 2009 december