Poems
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Our Responsibility
By Kerry Bulloojeeno Archibald MoranNarrjarrwinni
Giinagay
Yawayi
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for Hansie
By Helen Franzmann, Vacant Dragon à la Subverted LipsI’ve often wondered about the
soft rumble that occurs when you laugh
washing you now I understand -
No Room for Tears Here
By Anna Kerdijk NicholsonOxford Street, 1991
Until then we were immortal --
we drove up over the Parkway
the lights of his city blurred. -
Old Grey Beard
By Daniel HansenSoft Grey Calm
Touches gently on the frequencies all around
Sorting through an assortment of vibrations apparent in the stars
Until it finds Love through the never ending shroud -
A Kind of Paradise
By Mindy GillWalking through the mango trees, the horses
are there, throats taut like plucked strings
as they suck cool water from the basin.
The bay stomps a foot. Her moony rump heaves, -
An Heirloom of Love
By Adrian Mouhajer, Princess Arinola Adegbiteafter bell hooks
Here on my table, we share the memory of our countries,
centuries of recipes stitched into the strands of my hair, -
I’m bored… but you like it, don’t you?
By Vacant Dragon à la Subverted Lips, Sawako NakayasuWhat if a film never reaches the screen because viewers walk away?
– Susan Howe
I don’t want to feel like a tourist. -
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 -
Baladjarang
By Adrian Webster~ poem written in Gumea Dharawal, with interpretations by Jacob Morris and Joel Deaves with gratitude to them and their families for holding, restoration and sharing the Gumea Dharawal Language.
Gumea Dharawhal
Naandthara cūndūlali ngia, naandtha ngiagaan -
How Water Works
By Tony Birchcup a hand
skin and bone
this water well
a beating heart -
Stutter
By Evelyn AraluenHold the body the baby the urge
to hold that stutters muscle
that cradles warm air
crush yours into mine to tell me what I’ll miss -
Reading Between My Lines
By Dorothy PorterPlease, darling, please
read between my lines
I am a fabulous script -
I Fell
By Heather MitchellI cannot say I knew him
nor did he know me
yet somehow in the silence
between the siren and the stillness -
Prime Petals
By Kirli SaundersFibonacci's numbers
reveal themselves in prime petals.
Lily, iris, buttercup -
Edge Of The Ceramic-Rimmed-Potted Earth
By Natalia Figueroa Barrosoyour hardcover copy of Love in the Time of Cholera
rests on my nightstand like your bones
rest in peace wrapped in the soil of our homeland
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Love is a four letter word
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
What is love?
A soft kiss on my lips, -
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Perimeter of Rectangles
By Laura PanopoulosSize one
Enervated by background noise,
recollecting my words,
they are far from push-button. -
Poem For a Stranger in a Time of War
By Tishani Doshi, Vacant Dragon à la Subverted LipsWe left the city and found at the gates
a prescription with your name on it.
We took the metro to the beach
and on the shore, we saw
