from the land
sing in dreams
~ Ellen van Neerven from ‘Gibam Garandalehn (Full Moon)’, Poetry In First Languages
Michelle Cahill is a Goan-Anglo-Indian poet and author who lives in Sydney. Her first collection of short stories Letter to Pessoa (Giramondo) won the NSW Premier’s Literary Award for New Writing. She received the Val Vallis Award, the KWS Hilary Mantel International Short Story Competition and has been shortlisted in several prizes including the ABR Elizabeth Jolley Prize, the Blake Poetry Prize and the Newcastle Poetry Prize. Her poems have appeared in Meanjin, Southerly, The London Magazine, The Weekend Australian and The Kenyon Review.
Michelle was awarded the Red Room Poetry Fellowship in 2020.
By Robyn LambirdMy favorite time of day is spent on the train.
Meditation and contemplation, a grasp for meaning.
No task at hand, the world blurs past in my peripherals and I consider how to turn the pain in my hips into a sensation worth having? More importantly, what to have for dinner?
Surrounded by bodies, I dive deeper into myself.
Makes You Stronger
By Nina OyamaA man once showed me around a sharehouse
and whenever he showed me a bad part he said
but hey, makes you stronger.
So the sink pipes are rotten. But hey, makes you stronger.
Where Love Blossomed
By Sachém Parkin-OwensConcrete is where love has blossomed.
The soil beneath my leaves devoid of life,
full of misconception and missed connection.
Full of self-reflections and misapprehensions.
Ghazal for Staying Safe
By Munira Tabassum Ahmedwhich is to say we prosper until we are not safe,
all of this, worth it even when we are not safe.
I ask where you are going, what roads bend aside
Cradle of Life
By Archie RoachI go down to the ocean
Here on the sand
Ah my heart is broken
As here I stand
Be a Friend to Yourself
By Courtney PeppernellRead this poem as text only here.
By Bronte CampbellThe lotus flower
Lurks in murk and mud and dark
Biding time, keeping count
‘Til it bursts forth in light and bright and colour
Phalanx (Woman's Work)
By Daniel BrowningThey talk of blak matriarchy
I feel it every day
The only blak matriarchs I know
Would refuse that title
Good Vibes Only!
By Nat’s What I ReckonI see you in the bar window
Shining so bright
With a seeming list of demands
By Jamie Marina LauBecause the behaviour of salt imitates memory, the coffee grinds of lovers, the spines of armadillos,
Salt takes poetry from your tongue by arching it, and holds it there to extract you. Salt splits itself molecularly to be tasted.
I’ve found a way to make language a ‘concentrating pool’, that is, in essence, an industrial sea: