Dorothy Porter Prize – Meanjin

Huge thanks to judges Andrea Goldsmith and Kristen Henry, Poetry Editor Judith Beveridge, and Meanjin for awarding Angelo third prize in The Dorothy Porter Prize.

The idea behind the poem has been floating around my head for a long time, I’m glad it found appreciative readers. The first few stanzas are below, you’ll find the rest of the poem in the current edition of Meanjin. 


– Rico Craig –

We were the kids who hung shoes from power lines,

left them doubled in their swaying doom

to mark each steal. One of us worked the ignition

the other tossed twisting shoes at the deadpan sky

until they garrotted a line. As they swung

we eased into traffic, just another ducoed dream.

On the day he died we drove stolen cars

through the suburbs, spray cans knocking like eggs

in a swaying nest. I melted the dash and flicked

matches through the window. From Parra Rd

to Blacktown, our sweat mixed,

all desperate, with the stink of scorched plastic;

and we sprayed mourning consonants on every

archway we found. Cops Killed Tsakos


And a friendly reminder, as of April 2017, my first collection – BONE INK – is available here. Angelo is included in the collection.


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