Poems
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Oceans
By Cameron HindrumFinally I came to regard as sacred the disorder of my mind...
Brett Whiteley
I have this black and sacred book
Spanning the years like an -
Longing, Wanting
By Stiff GinsLonging, Wanting
My edge, a blade
Slice through air, slice through air
No breath, no rain -
K1: Yellomundee
By Evelyn AraluenBeyond your stage
the audience murmur
men and women weep
and silk their skin bare, -
Nana’s Shower Cap Brooch
By Anna Jacobsoni.
Mum gives Nana a shower cap
disco ball sequins sewn on top
aqua brooch pinned above the frilly trim. -
Subsumed; June celebration
By Jeremy BaliusAfter Peter Upward
out here being
speaks of making
now as afterward -
Little Wooden Duck
By Joel McKerrowThey call it a symbol. A sacrament. They call it sacred.
Every night we take off our skins and hang them upon the line,
drying out the stain of day in the cool of night. -
Meshrefet
By Manal YounusI watched my grandmother weave
She’d sit on the concrete
Her henna covered soles
Pressing down on the plaited lakha reeds