Poems
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Descent
By Caitlin KozmanA peep of psychiatrists administer a shadow casting out a swarm of depression
- seeing but not hearing, calm exteriors but not free.
A swarm of fear clouts out judgement from a mob mentality,
steering minions into the sea. -
Standing in the Burnt
By Linda GodfreyIn the burnt-out skeleton of a house, talk of smoke, noise, blown to the ground by wind in the street, screams of horses, the soul imprinted pictures it wished were unseen, black smoke from melting water tanks, mouths gasping for air, water sucked from eyes, bad with the good, two-dimensional turned over and over in the hand, fast enough and see t… -
A Gata Miando (A) Sanidade/Sensibilidade list poem
By Mark WheatstoneGC cat speaks the most sense around here .... and she’s a cat and she’s dead now!
A resident told me that cane mulch was too hard to move - I put it on too think.
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sun glint drift
By Anne Elveya name for what speaks this day to
water
as creek replies
mirror -
Anthropocene Days
By Michelle CahillFor T
Jaded by social media’s incendiary pulse, clever
endings, dragnets into which you disappeared, -
Le deuil, …. or what the Spinifex tells Orpheus
By Michelle CahillWild one, whipped by this southerly the marram grass burns, and I whisper
a ghostly sigh, too late
seed heads held in spiral flight, tumbling across acres of sands, -
Walking in the Pilliga
By Michelle Cahill"If this mega-mine proceeds, our interlinked sacred places will be completely destroyed obliterated from the landscape."
~ Dolly Talbot
A bearded dragon is alive in his placid world, -
Green Cape
By Michelle CahillOur brothers and sisters came before Captain Cook put his foot on this earth and came here to control our people and be ignorant of our people in Botany Bay
~ Percy Mumbler
The sign reads “140 Steven’s Rd”, at the turn off to Archer’s. -
Blaze
By Michelle Cahillfor Nick
It is hard to imagine how desolate the sea.
Mars on the horizon, a fickle half-moon,
the currawong’s arc rending the day with a shrill song, -
Saturday, East Gippsland
By Michelle CahillWhite smoke rising from the smouldering, fallen trees
Doused, doused with diesel
Yankee recruits back burning near the border
the near nausea, the almost suffocating stillness -
Fountain 77, Glebe
By Michelle CahillFor Timothy Yu
Plastic-sheathed roses embroider the dark.
Set to volplane
we take photo-triptychs, each of the other. -
A Prayerflag from Dharamsala
By Michelle CahillI am dancing tonight in the Kangra valley.
Effigies of the demon king Ravan are ablaze
for Dussehra. Thorn bush dissipates in a flare.
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love
By Lotovale Junior Nanaicreativity of plus measures,
are it's coincidence of pasture,
but to resist temptation,
is to que up for Centrelink, -
loneliness
By Lotovale Junior Nanaiyou don't have to go through this alone,
your free to discuss anything with shine,
but the dark makes you blind,
but catastrophic measures, -
depression
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe voice of the demon inside your noggin,
is the reminder of what pressure builds up by physicality,
and the mind twitches through paranoia,
and to be voice of consistency, -
dog's barking
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe crush..
of it's K9s ..
ass a result..
my comfort be of sanction of paranoia.. -
my toy soldiers
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe mind that's vindictive of pain pressure and violence..
is the quality of success of pages..
so to be of manual of a forced clutch..
sophistication and insult is reckoned through out charge.. -
the stairway to heaven
By Lotovale Junior Nanaithe mind..
the body..
the culture..
the resistance.. -
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. -
When Dolphins Bring Gifts
By Anna JacobsonThese creatures sense changes
in currents ~ during the pandemic,
dolphins bring gifts ~ sea-treasures
to lure disappearing humans back ~