Poems
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There is Nothing Heavier Than a River
By Georgina ReidIt’s the water that pins
us down.
Our flighty atoms,
our fizzy ideas, -
Later, dusk
By Michelle CahillWalk slowly through the day,
take care of yourself, do not count on harm,
things lost are now a small waste to retrieve,
even the ocean is messy, let it teach you to trust -
Litany: An Elegy
By Mark TredinnickFor the children
Each tongue, it has been wisely said, speaks galaxies.
And when a language dies, a world—and all that has -
Olympic Hour
By Bronte CampbellThe lotus flower
Lurks in murk and mud and dark
Biding time, keeping count
‘Til it bursts forth in light and bright and colour -
Still Life
By Stephen EdgarTame enough to venture and explore,
Gem-flecked with dew in the Bruny Island dawn,
Two wallabies, stock-still,
Look up and pause while feeding on the lawn. -
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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, -
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 -
Phalanx (Woman's Work)
By Daniel BrowningThey talk of blak matriarchy
I feel it every day
The only blak matriarchs I know
Would refuse that title -
River
By Hope One- Matehaere Hope Haami
I am the river, the river is me,
Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au -
on contemplating 70kms of coastline
By Scott-Patrick MitchellNote: This poem is best read in .pdf format. Click the link below to open an accessible .pdf.
you, so brackish in being: still
do not look at this as space -
How to stay afloat
By Kelly-Lee HickeyIt goes like this ;
you take some small part of yourself,
fashion it into a paper boat.
Be careful with the delicate folds, -
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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. -
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: -
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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, -
The Healing Tree
By Indira NaidooI watched you
Lost in grief
Head of stone and cloud,
Steps faltering -
TikTok Dance
By Maxine Beneba ClarkeDab, dab, shuffle, slide,
left, right, left.
Shuffle, slide, dab, dab,
twirl, kick, step.
