Poems
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Instead of Walking Alone I Join a Walking Group
By Anna JacobsonWalk 1
We meet at Confucius
in the South Bank herb
garden. I sit near a potted -
Idir Oispidéal Galair agus Teach na mBocht
By Anne CaseyIdir Oispidéal Galair agus Teach na mBocht
Púca beag in airde,
scamall bog bán
sáinnithe i mbarróg fholamh -
Blue Among a Map of Clouds
By Jill JonesSunny — picking through
things on the ground
of what’s left here and above
Cloudy indecision — -
Nothing Nowhere At Some Point
By Shastra DeoNothing
At a certain density anything
becomes a black hole. Lighthouse. Line. Schwarzschild
radius of a mother. Which is to -
Betrothal
By Audrey MolloyI could start at the end, where I wave
my legs in the air and say,
you can fuck me now, if you want to, -
Lessons in Anxiety
By Anna Jacobson1. Before a big day accept and acknowledge
anxiety – like a barometer measuring
atmospheric pressure with mercury, water,
air. -
A road of national importance
By Bonny CassidyTim and I pick blackberries, cars surf the tarmac behind. Scrolled barbs falling over themselves across the main water channel. A concrete trough, the channel feeds out of the river Golipan to the south and slakes orchards, grapes, sheep to the jaw of the mountain Leanganook.
The channel passes us standing on Harmony Way, formerly the Old Calder … -
Dépucelage
By Jessica L WilkinsonFirst painting, Mirka Mora, 1947
clouds are not trees are not hills nor a mess
of distant houses; -
Humbug
By Rozanna LilleyThe report of the
Inspector of Nuisances
was laid on the table
together with his resignation -
The Beechworth and North-Eastern Agricultural and Horticultural Show
By Rozanna LilleyLast night the streets were
full of strangers larrikins
congregating on corners
smirking at passers-by -
At Bottle and Glass Point
By Audrey MolloyWhere the water is brackish,
not one thing nor another—the émigré’s curse—
neither salt nor fresh, but varnish
clear, these low-tide pools, embossed -
But It’s Not Just When Your Period Stops
By Heather Taylor-Johnson(These words – clipped, rearranged and formed anew – are the testimonies of ten women.
Only tenses and pronouns have been changed.)
There is this profound physical and emotional thing that happens -
Warrung gathering
By Anne CaseyFor Brendan
Keeping with your ancients,
kin either side -
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‘I Remember Only Scenes’
By Jessica L Wilkinsona live chicken to hold
the forest along the road
yellow stars on the chest -
Blanche's Valentine
By Rozanna LilleyIt is only foolishness
to disobey an
outlaw a rambling
gambler with a manly -
Ocras
By Anne CaseyIt was there in the delicate arc of her clavicle,
the fine rise of her cheek, her eyes’
dewy sweep.
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Transplantations
By Audrey MolloyCamellia japonica
Like a shrub,
you can kill a woman