Anastasia Dimitriadis reflects on her first season of competitive Softball in the NDSA.
Our National Dish
Peter Baulderstone looks at the state of the nation through the sporting lens in the lead-up to Australia Day.
Musings on an audience with Haiku Bob at Pies training
Haiku Bob and Steve Fahey were amongst a few hundred who watched the Pies train on a perfect morning.
Middle-aged Icarus
Phil Dimitriadis wonders whether it was wise to play competitive cricket again after 16 years.
The Rhyce Shaw (Shank) Redemption
Phil Dimitriadis follows Rhyce Shaw’s journey from maligned Magpie to heroic Swan.
Lumps and Bumps
You can find yourself talking footy any-old-where.
Holy Grail
The tension is building for Jake ‘Cobba’ Stevens as the Swans fight for the silver chalice.
Haiku Bob: still alive
Haiku Bob on the Pies’ successful evening playing the Eagles
Qualifying Final – Clouded Moon
Haiku Bob ponders the elements as the Pies go down to Hawthorn
Haiku Bob: so little done
Haiku Bob’s take on the recent West Coast v Collingwood match
Footy Poetry: Josh
Matt Zurbo is at a footy-watching, beer-drinking, rock’n’roll, Saturday night thirtieth.
where there’s no light
setting sun far fr o m it Beams where there’s no light wet under foot Harry’s careful side steps through traffic rain falls swirling & bobbing up Didak sliver of moon Fasolo threads it through on & off rain Cloke’s form blurred night closes in two and a half [Read more]
seconds ticking
august night hot puffs of breath enter the stadium the moon witness to all the mistakes under the sun night chill Reid rises from the mist bare trees all authority gone from our game Saints hit the front the stadium changes tune long bomb the rush [Read more]
light and shade
sunset a few purple patches kill off the game evening sky no great signs only flashes playing the bottom team the caller questions a lack of urgency twilight game the zig-zag path to goal empty seats Cloke marks alone and unattended fading light Wood losing what little he had twilight the light and shade of [Read more]
haiku bob: more than daylight
hawks glide casting shadows across the ‘G bright winter sun – more than daylight between the two teams static forward line winter stillness ice cold hands even in the sunshine – the slumping star for a moment nothing but Rioli heavy defeat looms my life too lacks direction packed [Read more]
Man on the gate
By Brendan Ryan Oilskin keeping out the cold the muscles in his legs wearing down through the under 12s, netball, under 14s, under 18s, reserves and finally seniors around two. A job we all expect somebody to do. A man who complements the scene of cars nosed up to the boundary fence, [Read more]
already gone
cat wakes up magpies already gone night mist – the tagger looks around for his man rain and fog – still no sign of Cloke pouring rain a long stream of handballs rain squalls – players chase the ball to and fro Swan streams forward rain begins to clear 8 goal quarter – [Read more]











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