Poems
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winter faeries
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: -
Listen to Your Patients
By Anna Jacobson20mg
The on-call psychiatrist says it’s not the meds
telling me I should walk the tracks at night. Should I hide the bottle
of floor cleaner? The on-call psychiatrist doesn’t listen. -
Postcards of Colonial Ghosting
By Sam Wagan Watson, Sigbjørn Skåden(1 of 3) Frost In the Ground
A reindeer herder stood on a beach and looked out to sea. It was springtime, her reindeer had come to this place to give birth. Up on the moors snow had begun to give way to open patches of moss, an archipelago of birth places, and from the sea a welcoming breeze came in, a forerunner of the season to come. As I walked … -
Us Mob
By Steven OliverSad mob, down mob, hurt mob, sorry mob
Tired mob, drained mob, used mob, weary mob,
Taken mob, forced mob, lost mob, stolen mob
Teased mob, tormented mob, bullied mob, mocked mob -
Nginha-gulia nyiang – These words
By Jeanine Leane~ Wiradjuri interpretations provided by Aunty Elaine Lomas
These words cry out and I hear them—learn to mould
and shape them like clay. -
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Western Line
By Winnie DunnRooty Hill Station
Mum drops me off under
the moldy overpass -
Things to do (Heart)
By Jordie Albistona. Find heart, and place hand upon it. b. Time
to metronome beat. c. Empty above of all
things earthly. d. Fill with compassion. e. Sleep. f.
Remove heart while comatose, and g. wrap -
Loss
By Bruce PascoeIf your chest quavers and you are moved to touch
Which finger would you choose?
Well, take that finger,
The one you would use to smooth -
Portrait of a Genderkweer on Fire
By Ellen van NeervenAfter Céline Sciamma
Addicted to the sunset after burning
I gather with my cousins and lover and -
The widest wide shot
By Briohny DoyleThe widest wide shot. Opens on the sick
bed
in my heart where you lie
convalescing in red. -
the poem begins with a breathing reef
By Eunice Andradaa new cemetery blooms in the heat
we search for the last traces of colour -
Occupation
By Lisa GortonListen. We can talk here,
this republic in your empire of intention.
Know when you step out of this door again
corridors will take you -
I Grew Up A Shadow Girl, With A Man Outlined Inside Me
By Madison Godfrey(Content warning: references self-harm)
When I was fifteen in a toilet cubicle next to Talia,
I exclaimed IT’S HERE with my school skirt skimming -
Floorboards
By Evie WyldThe dog’s foot scratches on the wood
that the men put in
clay pipes in mouths,
their moustaches and hats. -
Elegy with the Incredulity of Saint Thomas
By Gavin Yuan GaoLast night, my grandfather came back from the grave
wearing the tailor-made Mao suit he was buried in.
The grasses between us swayed in their crisis
of faith. Under the mulberry tree’s ceaseless sighing -
The Portable Home
By Saba VasefiOnce, I went with the wolf to the desert
to take back honey from the bear
but in town my two eyes counted
only for one. At school -
Literature
By Damon Young1. The Green Room
‘Reading is a moral force.’ – novelist
known for writing