Article: Dry Lake.(War Sonnets)(Poem)

Article: Bamboo.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     453 words ... ... fiction. His Broken Song (Knopf 2002) won the National Biography Award and the Bicentennary History Award, and Premier's Awards in New South Wales and Victoria. His first suite of War Sonnets was published in Arena Magazine No. 64.

Article: Hooked.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     396 words ...Hooked That moving picture of their shawls, streaming in hospital corridors. The little pack, with claws and yelps, tearing at the supply truck. A scowling ten year old, limping around the lens, then gone. The flock, a family, like paper cups rushing toward you, Blown from their village. That

Article: Untitled.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     403 words ...Untitled Why should I wash? Would I be better off than I am? Primo Levi In the white bowl, two hands wide, On the homecoming table this morning, My beloved floated the first winter camellia As pink and glisteningly plump as the inside of her lips. But she is sick, so this ink is a kind of

Article: Basra.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     387 words ...Basra Today we did a splendid thing. We bought That water urn, the large creamy ceramic one. Now it sits on the bench, against the white wall Where, for a decade or more, Vermeer's woman Poured her milk. It's slightly glazed, it hums. Each morning, even during these times, It will welcome us with

Article: Mistakes.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     528 words ...Mistakes We have to ask ourselves, would we have done it? Inga Clendinnen 1 My love said don't kill it in the kitchen. I almost thought, a kitchen is where things happen Kitchens are hot, like some prisons. Besides, it had, with some fundamental bloat Of poison, intruded only to stall as if Already

Article: Season change.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     408 words ...Season Change We were saying: how splendid this is when, like an old lover, The light changes softly to keen presence, and the hand In summer's glove is withdrawn, shifting the current. And there is some swimming left, the spine of cold Waters in the straits have not entered the bay, yet That

Article: Time/Location.(War Sonnets)(Poem)
Arena Magazine;  April 1, 2005 ;     398 words ...Time/Location No TV today, no watching the war at all. Just lie down under sea grass to listen to lice. Be as good as dead and rot and no one know. Let there be beneath that bedding no flies on you. And at night when the tide comes in Hunker down so as to be not washed out Make the most of your