Poems
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No Man's Land
By ZaftyContent note: This poem contains strong language used in service of the poet’s voice and vision.
See…I’ve been a poet since like…year four?
…Yeahh I remember, I started stringing syllables like lifelines.
Learnt to link my language tighter -
Dragon Fruit
By Xiaole ZhanWe didn’t see the dragon fruit lights
arriving late as we did, thinking of
Popo and Gong Gong’s graves
which we would visit the next day. If only -
Richmond
By Nam LeSurely now, that sense of crow’s nest sway will ease
now we are brought down
first me, then my brother — my mum now —
and our memories -
Born to Fight
By Kaitlen WellingtonBlak curly hair
Brown skin
Brown eyes
Broad shoulders -
There are Rivers Underneath the Sea
By Dženana VucicEverything begins like this: with a shipwreck;
one body rent against another,
salt and silt,
waves lapping at the crest of another world. -
Vroom Vroom Plays In The Background
By Madison GodfreyBehind the wheel, I press the ball of my bare foot against the worn ridges of the accelerator. The road opens into a series of soft curves without speed signs. Each bend feels as though it was drawn by someone practicing the letter s in cursive.
I grin at paddocks of cows, imagine the taste of grass. Picture cartoon cowboys with frayed yellow wheat… -
How Long
By Jo Giles“So, have they told you how long they think you’ve got?”
Gun loaded, trigger pulled, gun shot.
It’s a common question, I should mention
This Doctor’s not so out of line -
Whale Wattle Sonata 1 For Two Violins
By Eric AveryOn the intersection of Poetry, dance and music
When I was young I remember being taken by my mother to the South Coast and seeing the ocean and playing my violin and how it spoke to each other - the notes and just hearing.
I didn’t know that world but I must have heard it - so it was there in the Country. -
A World on Fire
By Rataj AbdullahI was born into a world already on fire.
The skies stitched in smoke before I learned to say my name.
History cracked like a fault line beneath my crib,
and the lullabies were sirens softened by my mother’s hum. -
13 Ways To Drink Chocolate Milk
By Justin Heazlewood1
The word Lisa is etched into a tree
and I feel ill.
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We Are Asking For Songs
By Leah SeniorWe go to pray where the edge of land drops away
We spread our picnic rug on the air
No holy wine, we hold our glasses to the sky
Drinking cumulonimbus and contrails -
Everywhere Mother
By Eunice Andradai.
To recollect the womb,
sink a fishing line down
the rain-darkened river. -
Staying in the Bastille
By Mindy GillIt was the end of summer,
I hadn’t been thinking of anyone.
Lunch at Les Deux Magots,
cold melon for dessert. -
Tetrahedral
By David Ishaya Osu
easily a veil on your way not different from your faith in sugar
the strangest baluster / made our morning
double amber placed beside calke green mugs enough to match family portraits in december -
Mother of Pearl
By Tais Rose WaeThe shell, the deity, the mother. Mother of pearl, of
justice, of freedom. Dancing herself into the silk of the
seaweed with a torso full of apologies, of oysters. How
do you speak the unnamed origin or remember the -
Snow
By Grace Yeein this charming quarter, someone always loses a shoe (a sneaker, a
croc, a gladiator sandal)
on the last day of summer you waited for me by the green -
Miscommunication Style
By Maggie Knight-WilliamsI’d talk about it, tell you a story, but I’ve got this
god-awful communication style;
this inner-north therapise, insta protest televised, don’t bottle it up that’s masculinised, -
what happened to me happens to everyone who needs me present
By Claire Gaskinit is a wooden dinghy in a storm my heart in how it affects how I am in relationship and a state library of echoing chambers in a red lit room for business and river birds yes your freedom means my imprisonment in disregard everything you couldn’t process participating in and witnessing keeps happening after the bombs stop droppi… -
Palmistry
By Tyson YunkaportaAmazing green aura the medium said
Rising out from me and above us all round
Radiant she held my hand and ancestors help me
I liked it -
Grind
By DOBBYThey’re bout to set me off, you better not get involved
Trynna keep me silent, it’s high time that I talk
Hide behind smiles while thunder storms in my thoughts
The images of evil I never seen it before
