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Just this...a poem published in Meniscus Journal

Just this…

 

            body, contract and release.

Just this heel palm to air, paint; spasm electric,

mark make in every direction; slide, drop,

weave across; you can’t keep up.

Just this sprung floor to peel off in all directions.

There on my to-do list: my friend is dying.

We cross the chasm in socks; six feet

on the ground; a funny bone that doesn’t laugh;

a grief cube I’ll never solve, but we fall,

laugh back to front, reel across. The transversal

marks my palm, or is that ash? Spin, bend back,

give in to mass: yield to dust.

Just a body airborne. She’s fading fast.

Just an irreparable corps in sau-té, pli-é, je-té;

eight, eight, four, four, two, two, one, one

and slump.

Just this

time of death.

Cordite Poetry Review

'She comes on too strong. Sacrifice
dear ones to placate the mephitic
breath of the goddess. Magnani1
idols offered-up to an animal pulse
hustling amongst the slave class.
I carusi 2 buckle under and wombs
bag-up hellfire. Bare bottomed mules
moil for brimstone, too cavernous
to keep in olives and bread.' (extract from Volcanic Fed)

Lisa Collyer & Nandi Chinna - writers in residence - Woodbridge, The National Trust of W.A.

Westerly Magazine

'We are locked down in masked isolation, so communication becomes virtually intimate. Online, sunsets bleed recurrently in a speculative dimension, while a bushfire burns on the ground. It is a familiar crisis. Friends share posts of cremains cloaking their suburbs like it’s extraordinary. I run to be free of the gag, and after thirty-eight years of waking up to the smell of smoke-filled hair, I write the next edit.'

extract from Poetics of Disturbia

Westerly writer's development cohort

Science Write Now

'They never went back. I return

 to a Wanneroo Nursery to meet them.

It was meant as a slur. They claim

Neapolitan but we are hill people poor.

My uncle whose head is chestnut

wrought brands me a testa dura.[1]

I’m awed by her hubris & wish

I was so sure.' extract from An Appendage

Amelia Walker, Natalie Damjanovich Napoleon, Alan Fyfe & Lisa Collyer - Dangerous poetry - State Library of W.A.

Podcasts

Word Room - Elizabeth Walton interviews Lisa Collyer about her debut collection, How to Order Eggs Sunny Side Up

Margaret River Readers and Writers Podcast - Jen Bowden interviews Lisa Collyer 

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