Poems
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THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS OF HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL
By Rebecca Shaw, Freya Daly SadgroveO Riverdale
O Riverdale, American supernatural horror crime drama television series based
on the characters of Archie Comics
O Riverdale streaming on Netflix -
Clean Break
By Julian MatthewsI miss your low drone,
your no-nonsense, business-like growl
Ready to pounce on quarry under the couch
or stick your slanted mouth in to seize -
Rituals
By Joanna YangI open the door, hand resting on the frame as a chill travels to the front of my legs
my back hunched into a C
could it be
you can answer my plea -
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Dirt Fringe
By Brittany Rileyon the plains, Weona’s weary – coughs dust from black soil
caverns; arid gusts craft dirt angels on Maitland Street. Sky pearls
squawk central ballads, lassoed in the eyes of rural foremothers
– steadfast and burning – on a flatline crockery cupboard of dust bowls -
Etched in My Mind
By Charmaine Papertalk GreenI am still thinking about you mother
Slapping me awake 40 years on
New space time moving thataway -
COMPROMISING THE AMBIANCE
By David QuirkWhat happened was
I noticed my heart was beating.
Not that it ever stopped, but
you understand. -
Screen Memory
By Anwen CrawfordCathy Moriarty,
18 playing 15
in Scorsese’s Raging Bull –
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The time traveler’s memoir
By Chris TseI remember the moment we learned
how to rewrite our potential—the sky opened up
like time-lapse flowers blooming
in a desaturated landscape—entire timelines -
The World is Your Pants
By Marieke Hardy, Emilie Zoey BakerTo anyone who ever said children should be seen and not heard,
I want to tell them about the kid I saw at the Natural History Museum
who ran up to a meteorite, hugged it and yelled, “I LOVE YOU, OUTER SPACE!”
That boy tore a moment in the silence to remind -
Việt Nam Postcards
By Jake DennisHo Hoàn Kiém, Hà Nội
The Lake of the Returned Sword
Polished smiles—embalmed -
Reading Between My Lines
By Dorothy PorterPlease, darling, please
read between my lines
I am a fabulous script -
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so too the sunrise
By Jazz Moneyso too the sunrise
with clarity and promise
of who you will rise to be
so too the breaking night -
Sea Grape (A Decaying-Flourishing Sestina)
By Stuart BarnesWith a nod to Lawrence Schimel
An expanse of green———
green hands, green being -
Just another day on tour
By L-FRESH The LIONThey call me Mr Scoville
Aka 7 milly
So fire —
Even Dippin’ Dots are no relief -
A Day at the Beach
By Karen WyldThey rowed from the north. Little way, not far now.
Along routes passed down from ancestral wayfinders.
In search of sea cucumbers, and trade. Perhaps love.
Yellow dogs yapping from shore and boat: we remember you. -
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Mangrove Girls
By Lulu HoudiniPotato scallops from the takeaway that always smells like a camel station
but that my sisters and I can’t get enough of.
Pimples show up on our faces because of it.
Tell Mum there was a price increase and that’s what happened to the change.
