Poems
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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, -
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 -
An evening melody
By Tenzin ChoegyalThis is an evening song for you.
I know it’s difficult to be simple.
This is an evening song for you -
Like the moon in the water, -
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Reading Between My Lines
By Dorothy PorterPlease, darling, please
read between my lines
I am a fabulous script -
Our Responsibility
By Kerry Bulloojeeno Archibald MoranNarrjarrwinni
Giinagay
Yawayi
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Anthropocene Days
By Michelle CahillFor T
Jaded by social media’s incendiary pulse, clever
endings, dragnets into which you disappeared, -
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 -
Perimeter of Rectangles
By Laura PanopoulosSize one
Enervated by background noise,
recollecting my words,
they are far from push-button. -
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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, -
love song & maroochy river
By Sam Quyên Huỳnhfootprints trail your red heels.
I follow you & we traverse
flatland’s wind-wrinkled skin. -
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. -
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 -
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 -
Love is a four letter word
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
What is love?
A soft kiss on my lips, -
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 -
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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high want stay cool / cold to the touch til you've touched it
By Chloe Alison Escottall circuitry
which is to say:
artificial
cold, false -
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