Poems
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A DESCRIPTION OF THE STORM GLASS AND BRIEF GUIDE TO ITS USE IN FORECASTING WEATHER
By Lisa GortonI
A sealed dome of glass where crystals,
by an alchemy ‘more precise than precision’, unmake
and make still grottoes that recede -
Withdraw your sky and your wall
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Abdouldalm Ukwas
Translated by Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan
Mention your death in the faces of silent people, -
The Square Mountain
By Ouyang YuAt the Square Mountain, Warm Ridge
The artist, for whose nation paintings there’s no market in the West
Told me how Shi Chong, richer than the rich, played with men
By having their dicks tied up and made hard as rock -
In the Small Hours
By Peter BoyleIt’s three a.m. in the morning
of a day you won’t enter for so many hours.
Where you are
yesterday’s sunlight still bathes your feet as you walk -
Wave
By Jill JonesThe traffic begins its wave,
the sky is threaded with exhaust,
the blind man has a ticket, your bag
is heavy today, the traffic is beautiful -
Robespierre
By Ali Alizadehfor Justin Clemens
Love begins where politics ends.
Alain Badiou -
Your Terrorist
By Ali AlizadehYou call me a barbarian.
I call you master.
You don’t speak my language.
My words -
The Past
By Martin HarrisonThe drive back from Melbourne is a patchwork of histories. Back home, after three days on the road, the paddock’s new grasses are wind-free, still. At last green. “It’s as if it’s all making up its mind,” someone said to me day or so ago. Yes, I thought to myself, it’s true there’s a kind of tremor in which this return to green is conducted. … -
A Portable Crush
By Fiona HileRiding on such instruments as a large aluminium
hemisphere, syndicated falconry of gifts and predilections
propose dilutions of solemn music played through ploughs
of lidding ink and fare renderings of infinite tapping bells. -
Creatures
By Michael Farrellsnow still lies upon the ground it didnt
do much damage the buffalo hopped from
one perch to another the ground was
too steep to bring up a lorry the -
Love of the Loveless
By Kate FaganCento for Tom Lee
And finding nothing
you look back over your shoulder -
Rilke Renditions: IV
By Chris EdwardsSo, it’s like that, is it? I’d been trotting awhile with the Atum,
whose words are not normally meant for me, and had at last become
privy to certain errors concerning my Wang — quite a tall one,
if he’d hinted correctly. So I say … uh … -
No one for themselves, everyone for no one
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
As it seems to me the harsh light -
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By Michael Farrell[from Codas]
this is cinema made by people
shuffling in gumboots & suggests
the divines become an apostrophe -
On how long-term weightlessness affects living creatures
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Tua Forsström
Translated by Maria Freij
The dogs in Your movies remind me
of Laika. Did You, too, once stand -
Doom
By Ouyang YuI was being wrecked
By a sense of doom descending
As these lines came:
I am waiting -
Pol Pot in Paris
By Adam AitkenOh happy child, kindly teacher – were you a fake?
Like you I'm taciturn
but when I give an order who's to hear?
Paris, I found it cold but didn't read very much. -
Non-Pain In Rain
By Lionel FogartyNo matter who lands?
Earths our same lands
Matter what worlds depend
On cost and prices. -
O the childish fear of loss
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Vera Pavlova
Translated by Jena Woodhouse
O the childish fear of loss
with which the first-form girl -
Rilke Renditions: II
By Chris EdwardsUnfasten my chain, Madam, I’m going to heave
us damsels into a little Gluck ditty. Now, lately it seems quite clear
from your glance that this Schloss you say you’re taking me to
is … Oh, Bête Noire, you mean
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