Poems
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Suits
By Samantha Hoggblack ink faded to green
and stretched over weathered fingers
the tribal heart an illusion due to
my grandmother’s name -
The Confessions of Saint Augustine
By Robert Adamson'Meanwhile I was sinning more and more'
Saint Augustine
I suffered when Una my first love -
Abendessen
By Sarah-Jane NormanThe statues of Berlin spent
decades underwater- during the final days
all of them were tossed, all those iron men
were tossed into the canals -
Cassette Sonnet
By Nicholas PowellYou gaze through a little window
at brown wound around two circles
and with a pen, straighten curlicues.
A circle shrinks as a circle grows -
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Thread
By Elizabeth Allenfor Johnno
White fabric, worn and soft.
On the left breast the red and orange logo
of the Game Fishing Club of South Australia -
Sonnet for Brown Suit
By Nicholas PowellDon’t grow attached to a brown suit
pre-loved and prone to tear
stitch by stitch, your shared disrepair
contained between hat and boot.