Hello All
My bio is rather brief at this stage : live in Perth, WA; did a degree in
English at Edith Cowan University then Greek and Latin at University of WA.
My personal poetics are still a bit too nebulous and in-process for
definitive statement, so I'll just post a couple of short poems instead.
Two Dugites
Two dugites beside the path
call two quick steps
from my body's memory,
the dance-steps of the unscathed
monkeys. And I wonder if the snake-handler's motto
is not "They shall take up serpents", but memento
mori. All this year
I watched a snake melt into the ground
from flesh to sandpaper and fish-bones, and thought
I had become accustomed to this dying down.
And yet, two coiled dugites
burrow a hole of coldness through the afternoon.
The Body's Poem
I read the body's poem in different ways.
Thinking from the centre of the chest, I
peered up through a swan-like, periscopic neck.
While thinking from the belly and the crutch
became an old drunk or a cat. The head
just steered. Or else I became a fountain
and a spray of thoughts purled where my head had been.
I was the nervous system's code, the blips
of electric syntax. I saw myself
as Krishna's clothes on loan and a multitude.
Graeme Miles
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