Three Poems by Andrew Galan • Empty Mirror

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Ventures in hidden corners

The park is empty green
the day a pretty blue cold
she graces grey strapless tulle couture
while floating Parc des Buttes Chaumont
with 50 meters underfoot
in between trying to find echoes
her eyes quietly fill the void

Washington

Arlington House, the jet stream carries sandwiches / there are hunters on our merry-go-round / nothing of interest in their movement / this transport bares curves, the river is delightful / she doesn’t dream the tomb of Washington / the dazzle of zebra is real, what a quaint old town

Grandma summers

Lost in Bateau Bay shopping centre’s vast shiny asphalt
I will live on Scottish whiskey and Neapolitan ice-cream
golden driver’s licence expired but in hand
I will reverse this 1977 2-door Corolla into all traffic
with ultimate confidence they’ll brake for its baby poo shade.
Home in red double-brick with the long television room
I will full recline brown velvet one-seater, tilting wooded alcohol in milk mixer
during the Australian Open, every grunt and sweaty call echoing
with hot cicada rain across the daylight saving suburb
you will find me by my whiskery open mouth snore
as it travels the neat grassy limit of a dimming cinnamon pebble drive

Andrew Galan

Andrew Galan is an internationally published poet and co-producer of renowned poetry event BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!. His poetry appears in journals such as the Best Australian Poems, Jet Fuel Review and Cordite, and has been showcased at events including the Woodford, National Folk and Queensland Poetry festivals, and Chicago’s Uptown Poetry Slam. His first book was That Place of Infested Roads (Life During Wartime) - KF&S Press, 2013, and his latest is For All The Veronicas (The Dog Who Staid) - Bareknuckle Books, 2016.

You can find Andrew at andrewgalan.com, on Facebook, Twitter, Soundcloud, and Bandcamp.