Poems
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Polysemic Psalm
By Toby Fitch(after Wisława Szymborska)
The notion that nation states aren’t holey is niche, wholly.
Nietzsche saw through it to a ‘dearth of peepholes’ populated -
The Lost Trees (What Remains)
By Jill Jones1.
Vago già di cercar dentro e dintorno
la divina foresta spessa e viva,
ch’a li occhi temperava il novo giorno, -
Siblings in stone
By Anne Elveyafter Paul Celan, ‘Confidence’
Stone ribs a heart. They
are chiselled, each by weather -
Martuwarra Fitzroy River Flood 2023
By Nandi Chinnaa translucent baby
gecko on the kitchen benchtop,
wallabies huddle on verandah
boards slap slap a cow knee-deep -
Bodies of Water
By Magdalena Balli.
We are water. We are moving, being altered.
Days pass quickly, information is everywhere -
Madeleine
By Jessica L Wilkinsonprisoner of books, possessions—Marcel Marceau in my ear—treasures may take over every room—invade me like a big wave—suffocate, drown, dissolve—the soul, sugar in egg—a hardened glaze that cracks the mouth—
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Desert is a body
By Judith Nangala CrispinI’ve walked here before, in the shadow of old Limbunya Station,
Lingiari’s heartland, where Wickham River veers toward the western sea
but never makes it—fraying instead to threads that vanish in blue clefts,
where the desert lifts in scrub and towering sandstone cliffs, then drops