Issue Ten • Issue Ten Poetry • Poetry
November 23, 2020
by Srinjay Chakravarti The dark river, draped like a clinging wet sari around the fleshy curves of rocks and boulders. Against an...
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by Ellen Shelley The old bones of this house settled around my feet, called me home. In this far from where I grew up place, I...
by David Atkinson Her brother, she must see for herself, walking south, alone; choking, astringency, fetid grit of the street. ...
by Magdalena Ball It was over in an hour a thousand people in an hour. Who dared count the weary passengers disembarking cramped...
by Magdalena Ball He knew how to read the weather, the synoptic, the radar strong winds, showers the rain was coming. He knew a...
by Mary Chydiriotis At the port of Mytilene cinnamon filled pockets of air float past along the waterfront a café sells Bougatsa made...
Issue Nine • Issue Nine Poetry • Poetry
June 15, 2020
by Edna Heled Germany. To think that we can look to you for comfort and hope at a time of paralyzing fear the world will...
by Chris Armstrong Dad looks up from the page, sees me —startles as if I were death itself; lurking, watching. Hello. He...
by Hugh McMillan A Picture of the vessel Agnes, near Dockfoot Taken here most likely, at this mooring now swamped by...
by Angela Costi – 1965, Regatta Hotel, QLD Rosalie and Merle clasped their ‘cold ones’, forced their smiles,...
by James Walton Sometimes it was my turn to buy the shilling’s worth of broken biscuits from the new Summerhill shops then...
Issue Eight • Issue Eight Poetry • Poetry
December 1, 2019
By Anna Forsyth Someone slides open a drawer carefully her gloved hands steady from practice. Hector’s locked box was at the...
By Devika Brendon Like a marmoset With those gripping fingers Surprising strength Stretched out full length Ears like a headset How...
By Jill Jones What remains of us at night The weight of respiration the insects we swallow the division of thought into chemical...
By Hélène Cardona. Good night, the mellifluous whisper catches me like a vine, wraps itself around my will. I stare at violet eyes,...
by Shona Blake I am a dark one And flow with the dark river The place of my beginning I came fast The river was in a hurry that day But my...
By Les Wicks I saw my UFO, 1969. Gurus, revolution. Racial & sexual equality stop the damned wars while we played with that...
By Liana Joy Christensen Previously published in Veils, Halos and Shackles: International Poetry on the Oppression and Empowerment...
By Drucilla Wall I know a thing or two about cats, and that scrawny black skeleton with dirty socks, curled in an empty flower pot...
By Debbie Lim Vampyroteuthis infernalis Literally, from hell. Belling the vast dark with a cape of rusted tentacles. Dante...
By Les Wicks Where I grew up there was respect for the uniform. No one ever killed in them. Armed with timetables the wise station...
By Jill Jones. Thursday was full moon more than silvery when clouds parted life is short days are long you...
By Owen Bullock As the night, as the Chapel when you thought it housed a ghost. As the hedge where he lurked to scare you. Where the...
By Marilyn Humbert where mist blurs men and trees a call sharp as a shard cracks the valley breaking morning rituals I listen...
By Daragh Byrne In memory of Des Byrne You would find him on a wet November Wednesday, sideways rain in New Abbey Filling the...
By J.W. Burns Like some animal you get tired of your skin, want to sink to the bottom and just push life through the mud. But...
By Angela T. Carr I am not born. Doctors gas my mother and she baulks. Trees creep in, snake the delivery room. She wanders out of...
By Sandra Renew the revolution of 1863 Singer sewing machines and Butterick/Mc Calls patterns collected in Lever arch files ...
By Owen Bullock Clarence and Marion. The steep path to the door. The view of a distant ocean and near clay tips. High tea spread to...
By Eamonn Wall Today through field glasses I observe one small flock of red-winged blackbirds busy about the Audubon Center, the...
