Poems
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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 -
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 -
Lions in the House
By Beejay SilcoxThere are lions in the house. Two, maybe three – it’s hard to tell.
Filling the dark with their breathy territorial huffing,
their stretched yawns and big-cat rumble.
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Makinti, Me
By Nardi SimpsonI went to see you, eager to sit amongst your hair string tassels swaying pink and soft, orange waving at me from bones waiting to spread into hips.
I hoped you’d remember, I readied for the warmth glowing from your ochre powered glow, igniting knowledge in danced steps, flicking up the dust.
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Cat with 5-7-5 Lives
By Winnie Dunn1. opening/summary:
summer: the season
wet nose, rough tongue and dander
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Counting Sheep
By David BrooksI count to try to get myself to sleep
the numbers backward from one hundred
as someone told me was the way, with sheep
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Climatology
By Luke Davies“… cell by cell the coral reef
Builds an eternity of grief.”
Alun Lewis, “Song (on seeing dead bodies floating off the Cape)”
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De Chirico
By Amy Crutchfieldafter Bruce Bond’s “Oval”
Faceless pathos, he said. Heads
huge, smooth, hermetic as eggs. -
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There’s A World Where My Head Ought Be
By Suren JayemanneOne day it hit me,
I’ll never see my face.
A simple truth, in which, once understood
such freedom I found. -
Silhouettes of a Revolution
By Nyaluak LethThey’re here to hijack the Revolution;
their god as their witness.
They can’t help but mistake our evolution
as a sign of resistance. -
Underwater in the Taxi Club
By Julia BairdUnderwater the sun lines wobble,
fence wire between night and day,
shifting columns of light.
Clouds of yellowtail moving -
Edge Of The Ceramic-Rimmed-Potted Earth
By Natalia Figueroa Barrosoyour hardcover copy of Love in the Time of Cholera
rests on my nightstand like your bones
rest in peace wrapped in the soil of our homeland
