Poems
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Slavery
By PiO (π.ο.)40 million people worldwide in 2019 were subjected to
some kind of slavery, 61% of them were used in forced labor
25% of them children (mostly in the private sector), and
38% of them in forced marriages. -
Context in a Broken Duplex
By Omar Sakr“Tensions are escalating”. “Mow the grass down.”
Stretch past pain to find poetry, the way home.
Pen the past to find home. Write even the rain. -
How Water Works
By Tony Birchcup a hand
skin and bone
this water well
a beating heart -
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 -
The Healing Tree
By Indira NaidooI watched you
Lost in grief
Head of stone and cloud,
Steps faltering -
Makes You Stronger
By Nina OyamaA man once showed me around a sharehouse
and whenever he showed me a bad part he said
but hey, makes you stronger.
So the sink pipes are rotten. But hey, makes you stronger. -
Tilt
By Kate LilleyFonzies Fantasyland at 31 Oxford St
(now a disappointing IGA)
opened in 1979, next door to Patches,
a few months after the Ghost Train fire -
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Would, Could, Should
By Megan Wildingmy Sister would always tell me
that she loved my
Curly Hair
and -
Appearance Shadows
By Lionel FogartyAppear was always a touch seeing things
Were there one disappearing, came from what was real.
Magic give disappearing acts to appear.
For thousands of living next now one peoples disappearing, -
There is Nothing Heavier Than a River
By Georgina ReidIt’s the water that pins
us down.
Our flighty atoms,
our fizzy ideas, -
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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 -
An Address To The Shadow That Follows Me
By Jill JonesI’m still your goddess of crumbs and scraps, chewing on suburban air
Let me tell you, it takes some guts to do that
amongst these pokerfaced love shacks and villa clones
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HOME
By Sara M. SalehI still write to you at times.
I try to make sense
of all your corners, all your years
tucked underneath loss and loss, -
Submission
By Peter GoldsworthyI accepted my first rejection slip
humbly. I took the next on the chin,
if with gritted teeth. The third
I balled, and threw four periods -
Literature
By Damon Young1. The Green Room
‘Reading is a moral force.’ – novelist
known for writing -
Bahloo
By Evelyn Araluen~ For Aunty Gloria Matthews
bahloo
I am watching you watch me
