10 Dec 2013
Tags: Andrew Phillips poetry, council park, piedhillprawns, poetry
with boom gate entrance
tables and seats
sit empty in the shade
the carpark full
all the paths lead to themselves
rough pebbled short and bendy
past a struggling bottle brush
butcherbird and magpie
on the same branch of the ironbark
eyeing off the lawn for supple grubs
08 Dec 2013
I stroll in with a satchelful
ink sympathy on A4
he reads out of his hand
held screen unpolished
smudged with struggle
through fumbled chords
a two hundred year ache
in her voice
22 Nov 2013
in poetry, Brisbane
Tags: poetry, australia, Andrew Phillips, piedhillprawns, cricket, ashes, ashes 2013, england vs australia, stuart broad, Broad, the gabba, stanley st, wooloongabba, woolloon-capemm, observations
(inspired from David Stavanger @readerinres ‘ashes’)
a bruised face records the good shots
an inelegant swann spins from vulture street
I miss the hill – I don’t
miss the dog track – what happened
to Happy Jack?
we aussies sing in beautiful chorus
when the lyric includes ‘wanker’ – Broad is
conducting crowds in a deep square
the kid in front is seeing the beach ball
the umpire doesn’t have his eye in
the member’s haze on stanley is rich
boxes come in air-conditioned
or extremely humid
Section 14 Row T seat 7 is bellow
XXXX survives on event monopoly
slow motion replays reveal VB stepped on
toes over the border
the umpire called
It requires 6 x ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one for a Mexican 2 pi R
white is a canvas
bowlers draw batsmen
holding the bat out
there’s a spot they missed
means place of swirling plastic beer cups
14 Nov 2013
in Children, poetry
Tags: Andrew Phillips, dad, domestic, milk grog face, piedhillprawns, poems, poetry
milk grog face
she sleeps in the inside of my elbow
like half in a hammock
in the other hand
the rattle of lego up the tube
I’ve never been
so domestic as right now
think I’ll go empty the fridge
of a beer
29 Oct 2013
in Losing Isaiah, poetry
Tags: Andrew Phillips, piedhillprawns, poetry, skin is drum tight and has no rhythm, time
7 turns 8 and the new watch arrives. It’s water
resistant. We wait for a trickle past her knee.
4 might make it to 5 in a few weeks if he’d just Keep
your hands to yourself!
2 will probably wake early and shout
at the top of his voice that he’s 2
holding three fingers above his head.
Next week the eternal 10 weeks stops our heart
for the 6th time. 6! Where did 6 go?
0 is overdue by a week and a day. Batteries are low
in the remote and need charging if you want to fast-forward
from the floor. Ticked-off ticks off another
level of candy crush. A new record.
Eyes roll anti-clockwise.
27 Oct 2013
in Brisbane, poetry
Tags: Andrew Phillips, Australian wine, builders, concrete, piedhillprawns, poetry, swirling concrete, tradies who are wine snobs, wine
for Matt Reid
& for Nathan Damianopoulos
you wake from vineyards
of keith jarrett
slow-drip through veins
it’s a morning that promised thunder full of broken
and a new promise; you can pour
if you want the money
first touch of shovel is heavy
across a ribbed tray the six thirty sun wincing grapefruit eyes
the diesel engine
before it turns
into the street
your screed levels the first steps of a new family
sun’s hand on your back you are papery
notes of sand pungent soapy lime you forgot to swipe
underarm fruity lactic wipe a nose
across your shoulder a cedar blend
of Barossa Adelaide hills and a dusty
mushroom across your neck
when you wash
the wood float
it is furry
06 Sep 2013
in Brisbane, poetry
Tags: Chris Lynch, piedhillprawns, PNG, poetry, poetry for png, Speedpoets, throw your poetry in a boat
My friend Chris Lynch is heading to PNG for The Crocodile Prizes, PNG’s literary awards. He wants to take as much poetry as he can to hand out to writers who don’t have access to contemporary literature.
If you’re heading to Speedpoets tomorrow at the Brisbane Writer’s Festival, bring along some books, journals or zines you no longer read. Here’s the Facebook link for more info. And a couple of other ways you can help out our northern island friends. Poetry for PNG
Get on board!
(I have five licenses for bad puns)
04 Sep 2013
in Brisbane, poetry
Tags: Andrew Phillips, bff, Brisbane, brisbane fringe festival, flood, fourW, in a boat, In need of a poem, piedhillprawns, poems, poetry, riverwords, spoken word
a million things
on in Brisbane right now. this
Brisbane Fringe Festival is in it’s second year. I really wanted to perform some poems on this river of ours. Partly to interact with the river in a different way, partly because it devastated us not so long ago and I want to learn how to love it again and also maybe just because we can get in a tinny and read some poetry (and that can be fun). If you’re interested… I’d love you to be there.
It’s this Friday night.
Two sessions – 6pm and 8pm.
Get a ticket - 6pm session
Get a ticket – 8pm session
or reserve a seat here: Brisbane Fringe Festival – Riverwords. and here
is a poem I’ll read on Friday night (first published in fourW magazine 2012)
In need of a poem
of river can’t be
Thoughts seep into the carpet.
I want the nose of the knee-deep
throwing wet bags of stand back.
They bulldoze novels into a council pile of lounge chairs.
In need of a poem that’ll break the silence
with the river we loved, point out
we are still deeply in love, but don’t
know how. Like Grammar girls first time
back, stroking 5am oars.
Because it drifts past like a dog at the back
what it did on the carpet.
In need of a poem
so I asked some buddies, who
shared their river.
Facebook Event: Riverwords
01 Sep 2013
Tags: 2013 election, ALP, Australian election, Australian federal election 2013, canyoutell, first nations party, imsickofthiselection, LNP, piedhillprawns, poem, poetry
twelve outgoing tides will suck broken matter out from the mangroves
a seem of coal in the bowen basin worth $keeping-there has never been polled and will not get to vote
the word ‘asylum’ will not get any sleep
the entire 147 hours
the leader of the First Nations party, Maurie, who doesn’t use a computer is contactable on his mobile or you could also be the 516th person to like the Facebook page.
314 displaced koalas will find they like the taste of smaller trees
the number of hairs on the heads of the major party leaders will be considered not a fair comparison
five million pencil ticks will think outside the box
please note: you may separate your thoughts using the multi-coloured commas provided
please also note: counting down is frownable
31 Aug 2013
Tags: a short poem, key, piedhillprawns, poem, poetry, short poetry, the right key
It has never looked like the right key. Hanging
beside the others. I try it often and slowly
listen to the tumblers say yep yep yep
Shake my head. Sometimes
I quarter turn it
just to be sure.
I can’t open it.
That would be devastating.
26 Aug 2013
in Brisbane, poetry
Tags: hangover of words, piedhillprawns, poetry, QPF, Queensland Poetry Festival, Spoken in one strange word
If anyone finds me in a park
dribbling metaphors in compass directions
lap full of new books
and muttering how council workers enjambed
the hedge too much like a map of canada
would you kindly
wipe my chin with melalueca bark
explain to the officer
about the poetry festival on the weekend
and let me return to society another day.
19 Aug 2013
in Brisbane, poetry
Tags: brisbane poetry, piedhillprawns, QLD poetry, qpf 2013, Spoken in one strange word
Even if you don’t usually go to poetry events
but wonder what-the-metaphor
goes on at them.
It’s free. It’s in Brisbane. It’s this weekend. Great venue.
There will be words that’ll bounce in your heads for weeks.
International Australian & Local poets. GO!
Spoken In One Strange Word Program
09 Jul 2013
in Children, poetry
Tags: Andrew Phillips, Children, kids poems, piedhillprawns, poetry, unfolding you
you place you on top of the aeroplane pile
big-eyes, arms-out, standing on grass
it’s for me.
I pick you up and crease you with my thumb
cross your arms
turn your eyes over
and press your head into the table
when it’s almost complete
for test-flight hand over
you dissolve into sobs.
take gulpfuls to unfold your words.
I have no idea what I’ve done.
07 Jul 2013
Tags: Andrew Phillips, cooee, letter.box.stamp.collect., Meanjin, pascalle burton, piedhillprawns, poetry, QPF
Check out this installation from the totally wonderful Pascalle Burton: Letter.Box.Stamp.Collect. There are circular poems from feature poets that Pascalle has made into stamps (these will be at QPF in August) meanwhile other poets are interacting with the project online with their own circular poems. Mine is here: Circular Poetry Contributor: Andrew Phillips.
In other news, my piece ‘Cooee’ is published in the current Meanjin Vol 72. I can’t tell you how stoked I am to be in such a beautiful and well read publication. I’m one super stoked prawn.
07 Apr 2013
in haiku, poetry, senryu
Tags: Andrew Phillips, friar birds, haiku, piedhillprawns, poetry, senryu
a friar bird in the banksia
on her phone again
For those not familiar with the friar bird’s chatter here ’tis:
14 Mar 2013
Tags: Andrew Phillips, dad poems, fatherhood poems, mum poems, Phillip Ellis, piedhillprawns, poetry, poetry about families, poetry review, That zero year, Tiggy Johnson
Phillip Ellis recently posted a review of ‘That Zero Year‘. Click on over if you have a few minutes. This is my first publication and therefore my first review so I’m pretty stoked Phillip has sat with our poems long enough to write about the collection and collaboration. Here’s a bit from his review:
The nature of this language is uniform between both poets. It can be seen clearly via quotation; the following comes from the final half of “Routine in Grief”:
I sit and wait
for the spoon to drop
try to work out my answer
to the question
that will follow
The language of this poem (and the others) is a pared-back, quiet language. It makes no stylistic flourishes but, rather, sets out its narrative and situation with a minimum of ideolectical qualities. This language is simple, yet not simplistic, emotive yet not emoting, and the poems are all the stronger for this plain-speaking quality.
If you would like to buy a copy of your own. Please send me an email to: piedhilllprawns (at) gmail.com and I’ll send one to you. They’re a great gift for new mum’s and dad’s and for $10 super-affordable too.
06 Feb 2013
in Life, poetry
Tags: Andrew Phillips, breaking bones, i've broken, piedhillprawns, poems about life, poetry
ground and a roof tile
promises fishing line knee-skin
a vow into conversations those plastic outdoor
chairs that squash like baby giraffe legs a surfboard
wind curfew a heart
or two perhaps my wife’s favourite wine glass
and now at thirty-four bone
for the first time – it sounded like a twig and now
my left toe is sideways
26 Jan 2013
Tags: Andrew Phillips, dusty, fat, it's been ages, piedhillprawns, surfing
took my board
out yesterday. she said
Well you’re dusty
let’s do this anyway.
survival is on the success spectrum
this morning as we walked
back up the beach
she mutters, I’m not
09 Dec 2012
Tags: Andrew Phillips, Christmas glitter, christmas poem, glitter, joy to the world, news report, piedhillprawns, poetry
Two weeks out
and the table
is a night sky -
galaxy over there
in the pva glue.
I pick up a star, hold
it on my finger
then place it right on the border
between stone and timber
in the middle of the
eastern end of the table.
07 Dec 2012
Tags: Andrew Phillips, Another Lost Shark, Graham Nunn, hands up for indigenous literacy, piedhillprawns
that’s great. Good
for you. Check out: Hands Up for Indigenous Literacy
You’ll help children read and fetch
yourself some amazing poetry in time for Christmas. Go on