Adam Stokell
mind the sky no fabric till they tear it flash mob twenty strong a jagger hurls them come call to slam the air-brakes down in built-up urban slang jurassic screech the crackle’s claws make believe today’s a bird lonely planet pine tree lumped a twenty-handed clock veteran firebrands counting down the cones reminds the sky of paperbacks brimstone-crested superseded flock digits fling the cockatoos away
Adam Stokell’s poems have appeared in various journals, including Dust, Cordite, Meanjin, Plumwood Mountain, Communion, Burrow and Meniscus. His first poetry collection, Peopling The Dirt Patch, formed part of The People’s Library exhibit at the Long Gallery, Salamanca. He lives in Gagebrook, Tasmania.
Old Water Rat Publishing 