I lost my father in February, exactly a week after my 36th birthday, from a fairly long battle with bowel cancer of which I was quite heavily involved in,
along with my five other siblings, right up until the very end, and have been overseas ever since. For the most part - riding solo in Athens, Greece.
It's essentially about grieving and untangling my nervous system and identity from his illness, whilst connecting with my heritage.
I guess it’s kinda like my version of Cranes in the Sky, just a lot less cooler.
Shane Potter's poetry is spiritual in nature ansd that's what drives him.
He has a deep love for all humanity and compassion for those disadvantaged.
This inspired his passion for the Yes campaign and also to support all suffering as a result of the rejection felt at the failed bid.
His poem "The Murry River's Rising", about the recent floods, was read on "Australia All Over" on ABC radio in February this year.
In 1990 Shane won the "Stock Journal Bush poet of the year" award for SA.
Image by Simon Upton
IN THE GATHERING LIGHT
by GABRIEL MORGAN 2022 @gabriel.l.morgan
SMALL as the ELECTRON
that goes in TANDEM with the CURVE of a DOT,
and WIDER than COMPREHENSION
SHUDDERING GENESIS that WHORLS THROUGH the DARKNESS
with a NOISE VASTER than SOUND,
CHROMIUM,
ARGON,
HELIUM,
SULFUR,
the FLESH-DUST of COSMIC LIFE,
NEW-PARTICLES,
SMATTERING of SOIL,
PLANETS BATTERED into BEING
by the PROXIMITY to the BIRTHING-FIRE,
ZYGOTIC-BLAZE,
HYDROGEN-STEMMED NUCLEOSYNTHESIS,
the CHAFE of a PROTO-STAR –
new BALLERINAS in the COSMIC
NIGHT-DANCE,
that CAST hot SHADOWS
over the BLISTER-LESS VOID,
ABOVE even TIME,
which COMES to REST
like a FALLEN CORSAGE of CASTILIAN-ROSES
ACROSS the LIMITLESS BANDS in a PUDDLE,
the BUD of COMPLEXITY,
ROOTS of MITOSIS,
and ALL-ACROSS the CRUMBLING DISK:
the SEEDING of PLANETS
in the GATHERING LIGHT
GABRIEL MORGAN is a WRITER and VISUAL ARTIST LIVING in BROOKLYN, NEW YORK, US. His FIRST COLLECTION of POEMS was RELEASED in JUNE by PARADIGM PUBLISHING, US. His WORK EXPLORES THEMES of NATURE and TECHNOLOGY, FADING WILDERNESS, POLITICS, FANTASY, and LIFE as a MEMBER of the INTERNET GENERATION. LONG FASCINATED with PLACING HIMSELF in NATURE, MUCH of GABRIEL’S WORK STEMS FROM LENGTHY SOLO CAMPING TRIPS AWAY FROM the CITY. With a BELIEF that POETRY can be a SORT OF SHARED MAP THROUGH the COGNITION of EXPERIENCE, RODEO WASTELAND is MEANT to CREATE a TESTAMENT to FINDING in the CONTESTED WILDS of our CONTEMPORARY WORLD.
@gabriel.l.morgan
@paradigm_publishing
Photography @edwardrivera_
ISSUE 02
GIVE ME A MOMENT
by GENEVIEVE CARROLL 2020 @carroll.genevieve
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to ARTICULATE
WHAT I WANT to SAY
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to CONSIDER the BALANCING ACT
on EARTH’S TABLE
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to THINK
of THE LINE of a POEM
.
GIVE ME A MOMENT
to NAVIGATE
AROUND MONKEY HILL
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to LOOK at the STARRY BLUE NIGHT
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
for the WATTLE to RETURN on SUNDAY
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to REMEMBER BERTIE BEETLE
in GREEN FOIL
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to be DEEP in THOUGHT
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to be INSEPARABLE
FROM the GREEN
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
to TAKE in the LONG VIEW
.
GIVE ME a MOMENT
ISSUE 01
COOL SENSATIONS (STREAM of CONSCIOUSNESS)
by CODY SIMPSON @princeneptune
I HAVE FELT the COOL SENSATIONS
SALT on SKIN
SKIN CRISP FROM SUNRAYS
OFF to the NEXT WILD DESTINATION
IN SEARCH OF the NEXT GOLDEN ADVENTURE
I’VE SAT by BONFIRES at DUSK
UNDER BLOODRED SKIES
MOSQUITOES
GUITARS
CONGAS
WOMEN in WHITE SARONGS
DISCUSSING ETERNITY with THOSE WHO KNOW ETERNITY and I HAVE FELT
MY SUNBURNT BACK on AIRPLANE SEATS
MY FEET RIPPED with REEF SCARS
MY VOICE HOARSE FROM ECSTATIC CHANTING
with MY FRIENDS
MY PEOPLE
WHO KNOW ETERNITY
IT’S HARD to SPEAK WITH THOSE CHASING the NEXT ILLUSORY REWARD the NEXT GREAT DOLLAR
in BIG CITIES
in TIES
in LIMOUSINES
in BANKS
in OFFICE CHAIRS
THOSE WHO DISREGARD VIBRATION
BUT I KNOW ONE DAY EVERYONE WILL KNOW ETERNITY HE WILL KNOW ETERNITY SHE WILL KNOW ETERNITY THEY WILL KNOW ETERNITY
and I WILL KNOW ETERNITY
I CAN SEE the BLUE PRISMS SUSPENDED in MIDAIR CHANDELIER SUMMER
I CAN SEE the CENTRAL SUN DANCING in THE VAST SKY
and I WILL KNOW ETERNITY
CONTEMPORARY CURRENTS SURPASS ME I am TRAPPED WITHIN MY OWN REALM BUT MY REALM EXISTS IN ETERNITY
I MUST LIVE
ACCORDING to BROADER LAWS
the GROUND MUST CRUMBLE BENEATH CROWDS
TEMPLES of the AGES
MUST FALL to ASHES
in THE FACE OF ETERNITY
the ETERNITY that I WILL KNOW
O MAN
SUCH a YOUNG DEATH
FOR a BOY KING
BUT HE WILL KNOW ETERNITY
I am TIRED
OF UNDISCIPLINED CONSCIOUSNESS
I WISH to CATCH the ESSENCE OF EVERYTHING FAR REMOVED
FROM it ALL
and I WISH TO KNOW ETERNITY
O MAN
SUCH a YOUNG DEATH FOR a BOY KING
BUT HE WILL KNOW ETERNITY
the BOULEVARDIERS
WILL NEVER SEE
POETRY in MOTION
OR the GLEAMING REWARDS that LIE
JUST BEYOND the PIT of DISCOMFORT
BUT THAT’LL be MY SECRET
OK
SIGNING OUT
FAREWELL AUSTRALIA
KEEP OUR WORLD WARM for US
I am BAREFOOT in the AIRPORT NOW
OFF to KNOW ETERNITY
~
