Poetry

Poem of the Week: ''Nafanua, the Samoan goddess of war, becomes a Creole'' by Tusiata Avia

By: Phantom | 7 July, 2010
 

Nafanua, the Samoan goddess of war, becomes a Creole

 
Nafanua lays the flesh of smoked freshwater fish
against the skin of her belly
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Poem of the Week: SISTER TO THE SPHINX by Stephen Oliver

By: Phantom | 30 June, 2010
SISTER TO THE SPHINX
 
for Judith Baragwanath
 
 
Some poets long ago might have seen you as
odalisque reclining at one of those old Ponsonby
parties. Oh you were far too upright for that.
You who are sister to the sphinx, how is it then,
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A LETTER FROM VIENNA; by Jossy Gerö

By: Phantom | 25 June, 2010
yellow room - Backerstrasse

OUR first day. Willi and I started our phantom poster run through the streets of my home city, Vienna. We started the poster run after a long period of rain, floods and thunder. A deluge that lasted for weeks. It was the wettest spring for 150 years. And longer than I can remember!

There was snow on the mountains, no chance for postering poems in the city. Then. Finally, THE SUN came out...

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Poem of the week: Family Tree by Jeffery D. McCaleb

By: Phantom | 22 June, 2010

Family Tree

The gene pool is leaking. There’s a crack in its concrete foundations.

The Family Tree’s roots have nowhere else to creep.

All the crevices, all the nooks and crannies,

All the small spaces and places of this globe have been spanned.

The gene pool is leaking. There’s a crack in its concrete foundations.

My grandparents’ grandparents planted a seed, an unknown variety.

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Poem of the week: by Bill Direen

By: Phantom | 15 June, 2010

Line 31, Gare de l’Est, Paris
"Before verse can be human again it must learn to be brutal."
— John Synge (the very words I was reading when she boarded)

In the hollow of a crowded bus
The whore’s bare arms and legs glowing;
A rich stench like blood, alcohol,
and tincture mixed with sweat,
Hers, and that of others:

Possessed again and again
By visions of one who had just abused her,
She spat Chadic curses
Into the silent crowd of commuters

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Woke Up This Morning And Got Myself a Broom

By: Jim Wilson | 11 June, 2010
Lambertville, New Jersey

Phantom Billstickers Poster Run, Lambertville, New Jersey, Saturday May 29th - Monday May 31st.

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Poem of the week: Her Shoes by Andrei Voznesensky (r.i.p.)

By: Phantom | 10 June, 2010

Her Shoes

by Andrei Voznesensky (r.i.p.)

When I walk in the park or swim in the sea,
A pair of her shoes waits there on the floor.

The left one leaning on the right,
Not enough time to set them straight.

The world is pitch-black, cold and desolate,
But they are still warm, right off her feet.

The soles of her feet left the insides dark,
The gold of the trademark has rubbed off.

A pair of red doves pecking seed,

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Poem of the week: by Marty Smith

By: Phantom | 2 June, 2010
                   Hat
 
Dad wouldn’t be seen dead
without a hat.
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Get Your Very Own Phantom Poetry Poster #3 Chris Knox

By: Phantom | 27 May, 2010
Becoming Something Other - Chris Knox

At Phantom we've had requests from people in several different countries to see the Chris Knox poster. People want to see it. So we are printing it here for
you and also offering it for sale. As everyone knows, Chris had a stroke last year. That's what we call a tragedy. The A1 size poster is for sale by sending a cheque
for $19.95 and you details to Phantom Billstickers Box 7303, Christchurch. Proceeds go to Chris. Overseas enquiries are welcome by emailing us: posters@0800phantom.co.nz

 

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Poems of the Week by Frankie McMillan

By: Phantom | 26 May, 2010

Frankie McMillan is a Poet from Christchurch, New Zealand.

 

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