“We’ll all be rooned,” said Litza, In accents most forlorn, “This bloody Ratten shits ya, I wish he’d not been born.” Peter_B
Almanac Rugby League – The Revolution can wait: radical Brisbane and rugby league
July 1, 2012 by 4 Comments
Queensland remains a wonderful place, full of obvious contradictions; the sort of contradictions which are hidden away in other places, the ones that work hard to present an air of sophistication and urbanity. Queensland’s down-on-the-farm, rent-a-holiday-unit-to-a-southerner conservatism prevails. But from colonial times Queensland has given rise to a small, energetic group of progressives; intellectuals and [Read more]
A little more
June 28, 2012 by 5 Comments
deep in the last term – when little more can be done we do a little more my heart beats – the ball falls from his arms Elliot’s heroics – a reminder I’m not a child sky bereft of blue how difficult some goals are overcast Beams making something out of [Read more]
Megan Gale vs Jennifer Hawkins
June 20, 2012 by 16 Comments
Do you like rap or rock ‘n’ roll? Silver troughs or toilet bowls? The Great Outdoors or Getaway? Eminem or Dr Dre? Sidney Myer or David Jones? The Beatles or the Rolling Stones? Rugby League or Aussie Rules? Corporate clowns or Holy Fools? Fat cigars or cigarettes? Busty blondes or slim brunettes? Jesus Christ [Read more]
Football writer
June 15, 2012 by 2 Comments
Apologies to Lennon/McCartney (I think it was the latter) Dear Sports Ed, won’t you read my stuff I can make a sentence, so I’m good enough Never really played much footy before Failed first-year law And now I wanna be a football writer Football writer Irony drips from my poison pen I can do cross-promos [Read more]
The echo chamber
June 14, 2012 by 3 Comments
The rooms now empty, echoing again, his players long gone from their latest loss, The coach surveys the scene, once more his men have led, but coughed it up. Still, he’s the boss. He’ll have to take the blame although he knows his midfield’s soft, his forwards will not run Down back his boys won’t [Read more]
Haiku Bob: football the ocean
June 14, 2012 by Leave a Comment
pile of leaves – the coach’s plans all coming together crisp afternoon – the click of our midfield football the ocean Swan swims in rustle of leaves – the defender hears footsteps sunlight spills through the clouds – Blair crumbs broken sunlight – Swan half in half out of [Read more]
out of sight
June 6, 2012 by Leave a Comment
edge of the city the sound of a goal late start an early rush of goals twilight game how soon the forwards put us out of sight broken clouds in the space between Beams full moon Didak still going round defenders swirling leaves suddenly Ablett somewhere else kicking yips [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary
June 6, 2012 by 1 Comment
ROUND ELEVEN The dilemma of hope Three weeks of byes rips the supercoach teams to shreds. The balance of personal bias against common sense comes to the fore in the month of June. There’s no sense in backing a winning team in these comps if huge portions of them go surfing in Week Eleven, or [Read more]
Posts: A Concrete Poem
June 1, 2012 by 10 Comments
Phillip DimitriadisCarer/Teacher/Writer. Author of Fandemic: Travels in Footy Mythology. World view influenced by Johnny Cash, Krishnamurti, Larry David, Toni Morrison and Billy Picken.
Leigh Montagna
June 1, 2012 by Leave a Comment
Yvette WrobyYvette Wroby writes, cartoons, paints through life and gets most pleasure when it’s about football, and more specifically the Saints. Believes in following dreams and having a go. cartoonswork.com.au
Haiku Bob: From the outer
June 1, 2012 by Leave a Comment
autumn remains – a few minutes left of the low scoring game away game the ball not going to the right spots one goal down in the rain sinking lower into the sofa scores level vapor rises from the outer branches snap off another knee thin rain hopes of winning [Read more]
After the Siren (a sonnet)
May 29, 2012 by 6 Comments
It was a different era he was sure, when harder men went one-on-one all day, and some still claim the way they played more pure; You always knew the price you’d have to pay. He’d paid his price for just one shot at glory in ’78; they were unbackable. His shot from twenty would have [Read more]
Haiku Bob: nowhere left
May 23, 2012 by 9 Comments
autumn night Pendlebury shifts attention from the cold wind halves the moon a perfect pass intercepted misdirected kick the man-mountain brushed aside spring sun dusting the screen to watch Pendlebury leaves skip past Didak turns out of trouble Pendlebury gathers on the wing a leaf [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary
May 21, 2012 by 1 Comment
Round Eight Port is a Mess, Revisited Skip from Skipton was wrong when he wrote that Port versus North at AMMI was an Eight Tarpaulin Match. On the day, ten tarpaulins covered huge sections of the Outer, protecting the venue from its emptiness. And, with only 14,508 people there, all of us could have sat [Read more]
Lenny Hayes
May 17, 2012 by 2 Comments
Yvette WrobyYvette Wroby writes, cartoons, paints through life and gets most pleasure when it’s about football, and more specifically the Saints. Believes in following dreams and having a go. cartoonswork.com.au
autumn veins
May 17, 2012 by Leave a Comment
autumn night long before it ends the game over goal in the first minute and the last in between the scrap deep autumn veins bulge on the neck of the coach sun long gone the forward line lacking spark sultry night a set shot slides away away game short passing left behind some leaves dead [Read more]
It was ‘A Hard Year’s Plight’
May 10, 2012 by 4 Comments
I wrote this piece last year during Richmond’s ‘winter of discontent.’ Losses to Port Adelaide and the Gold Coast had overshadowed some good early form in the season, and we were facing another lowly finish…. “It’s been a long cold lonely winter.” These words, penned by the late George Harrison, the ‘quiet’ Beatle, have been [Read more]
Carlton Supporters – An Amplification
May 9, 2012 by 1 Comment
by Bernie Tuck Remember the days of going to Waverley. You hated going there. It was mandatory to have lunch at a Brunswick pub to muster the strength to tackle the journey. The skill was to have some other unsuspecting bloke to drive.[ He usually only fell for the three card trick once]. The reason [Read more]
round 6 – haiku bob – three quarter moon
May 9, 2012 by 4 Comments
roof closed the game not reaching great heights three quarter moon the crowd just shy of full colder nights a measured kick lands out on the full turning leaves all our goals kicked by defenders thinning trees welcoming with open arms Cloke’s first mark moon [Read more]
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