Poems
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Passage(s)
By Lorna Munro, January Rogersthat’s not me moving through dry empty halls of abandoned institutions that once bristled with nubile ambitions
fuelled with privilege and intergenerational importance. that’s you,
reaping benefits, un-generously unearned and forever collecting interest from stolen morsels of corrupt capitol
forever unfair unfair unfair breeding -
THE POEM
By Nadine Anne Hura, Alison WhittakerThis is a poem about how we couldn’t write a poem.
We talk in the comments about how we couldn’t write the poem.
We find tiny pockets of time to explain how we couldn’t write the poem.
We set up a WhatsApp Group to explain why we can’t write the poem. -
Between the Diagnosis and the Death
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos Perez1
Between the diagnosis and the death
lies permission, possibility of being: -
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Stark as Empty Hands
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos Perezstark as empty hands
the tree without leaves
is the first image I grasp after leaving
my home to walk the streets at night, -
Bold
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos Perez[so I was listening to cassandra jenkins today
and reading the guardian]
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[infinitude]
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezInfinitude, like humility,
lies at the centre of our galaxy.
We cannot see -
[supermassive]
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezWhat sleeps invisibly at the centre of things
determines all we see, as when,
yesterday, a globe of light lay captive -
The Part of Me That Desires
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezThe waves cease, I do not hesitate to meet them,
balancing my body against the tide again.
Never open a window without first opening a door.
Prickled with rain, water spells out careless orbits. -
Today I Was Archiving a Review
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezToday i was archiving a review
Of the anthology Indigenous Literatures from Micronesia
Indigenous Literatures from Micronesia is a potent lyrical lamentation from over two thousand islands in the vast Northern Pacific. In this inaugural volume of the New Oceania Literary Series from the University of Hawai’i Press, islanders address centuries of st… -
A Spread Quilt
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezA spread quilt, silken, shadows
lengthen, resolve into shape. We lie here
casting around the remains
of the day, impressions of form, gathering life: -
Identity
By DOBBY, SlinCrazeGenerations of trauma, trickling through the leak
Eighty thousand years are fighting every week
Now’s the final hour, the world awaits your change,
yet you grip tightly the chains, and flick right through our pain -
[clarity intermissions]
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezSomething in our snarled overlap invites clarity, and I
want to affirm
this beauty. -
[tree bark whorled by fissure]
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezThe gradient of wood is slow, and knows
the work before we do. I press my thumbs to each corner,
ready to arrive
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The Sixth Event
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezIn deep time we count
We lose count in deep time
five mass-extinction events:
the mass of every extinction event: