Daphne Milne's poems, flash fiction and short stories are published in print and online in magazines and anthologies internationally. She has returned to the UK after five years in Australia. In Australia she discovered jazz and is delighted to find the jazz scene round Exeter and the South West is thriving. She was a Katharine Susannah Pritchard fellow for 2021. Nominated for the Forward Prize for 2022.
Invited to participate in a research project on the interface between science and creativity for the University of Western Australia Daphne was also involved in the Emerging Writers programme for Peter Cowan Writing Centre in conjunction with Fremantle Press. 2021-2023. She has read at Perth International Poetry Festival for many years, representing PCWC in 2022. She was commissioned by Katharine Gallagher [Melbourne and UK] to contribute an article on contemporary Australian poetry to Artemis magazine — publication November 2021
Published by Indigo Dreams Press in 2019, her pamphlet The Blue Boob Club was selected as book of the month by Poetry Kit where Daphne was also invited to be a Contemporary Poet for 2020. Two new pamphlets are due to be published later this year.
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► Daphne's microchap & poems are available below. Download the single-page PDF by clicking the title.
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Origami Microchap with Selected Poems |
Dancing with Mr. Dapperman |
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Cover art by Andrew Shillam,
an Australian artist
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Mr. Dapperman struts his stuff at 46 Henry Street
The women are waiting for Mr. Dapperman Panama hat white linen trousers blue and white collarless shirt softened with much washing that brings out the colour of his eyes seafarer’s eyes the exact shade of a June horizon and as full of promise
He’s ready for anything on this bright spring day hungry for breakfast croissants home-made jam coffee They always bring the wrong coffee but he’s too polite to complain he’s here for the jazz One day they’ll get it right and he will dance The women are waiting
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A story yet to be written
Hemingway’s up in the hills on the edge of the bush where life’s a little looser a nothing-looking sort of place dual carriageway runs straight through road trains hurtle past on the way to Kalamunda or points North Behind a drab brown wall blacked-out windows jazz erupts saxophonist and friends every Tuesday the food is good the grog is better still wine and cocktails not much beer Mr. Dapperman eats apple pie and at the bar a lady waits in red stilettos and tyrolean blouse Mr. Dapperman munches on while the band goes wild
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Daphne Milne © 2023
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