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Magpies

By Joelistics

I dreamt I was a thousand feet tall and I could see all the way to Sydney
And I could smell the desperation and the fear and the excitement
And ...

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All of the lights

By Joelistics

All of the lights
All of the lines
All of the liars
 
All of the shadows
All of the shapes
All of the sirens
 
All of the minutes
All of ...

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The Disappearing

The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »

Donovan’s Glasses

By David Brooks

after Lewis Morely, ‘Donovan, musician, London’ (1965)
 
 
 
At 12.30, half an hour late, Donovan Leitch comes in
for his photo-shoot with Lewis
wearing his crazy floral shirt. I’ve ...

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Snow Country

By David Brooks

after Spencer Finch, ‘56 Minutes (after Kawabata), Spring’ (2004)

         A woman’s eye floated up before him. He almost called out... But he
         had been dreaming, and when he came ...

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The Tableland

By David Brooks

after Ian Dodd, ‘Mirror Image’ (1975)
 
 
 
High on the tableland,
in a shallow valley, by the entrance
to an abandoned diamond mine
amongst discarded machinery and
 
empty oil drums, a ...

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I Grew Up A Shadow Girl, With A Man Outlined Inside Me

By Maddie Godfrey

(Content warning: references self-harm)

 

When I was fifteen in a toilet cubicle next to Talia,
I exclaimed IT’S HERE with my school skirt skimming
my ankles, white socks with ...

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habitus

By Melinda Smith

a hand spread on a hand -
starfish meat on starfish meat
in the old wide belly of the sea.

breathe. life is very long.
even with a hand
spread on ...

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Double-You

By Melinda Smith

The O of her flashbulb, her
beehive (her eye, her ear).
A lenswoman.

A glow of white t-shirt, bright
socks, a halo, a blur,
a dusty penumbra.

Read 'Double-You' in ...

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Akimbo

By Melinda Smith

I came to your image pool, seeking. I stood
at the lip. I gazed, and dipped, and snapped,
and bore away with me a woman, in a wardrobe,
in a ...

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in/sight

By Melinda Smith

I see you, looking. You are breathing, a little
heavily. I see you, gazing, at the pooled shadow
in her collarbone; at her armpit, its intimate tuft.
 
You are licking ...

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Minerva

By Saba Vasefi

My daughter's pencil case
 Is full of my future.
 
As if they were my dreams,
She covers her exercise books
And carries them to school
Brings them home
Damaged ...

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The Portable Home

By Saba Vasefi

Once, I went with the wolf to the desert
to take back honey from the bear
but in town my two eyes counted
only for one. At school
the only ...

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Segregation

By Saba Vasefi

We weren’t supposed to return—
No way to gather up again
The kiss that fell from our chapped
Lips as we fled. 
 
Nothing 
Is supposed to happen
In Autumn ...

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A TABLE IS A FLAT SURFACE WITH LEGS –––CE N’EST PAS UNE PIPE

By Ali Whitelock

 

[The sighted woman asks the blind
man, how do you see beauty? The
blind man replies, In the same way
you close your eyes & imagine
taking a warm bath, how ...

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‘and the angel of the lord appeared to him and said to him, "the lord is with you, O mighty man of valor"' [judges 6:12]

By Ali Whitelock

 

her eyes are *blootered / swollen like the
plums that were not in the ice box / but kneedeep
by the river rotting in torrential scottish
rain / they were bruised & slimy / burst ...

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i leaned my head against yours

By Ali Whitelock

i leaned
my
head
against yours

as though my forehead were a mouth i could share
secrets through. i was never a good person though
somehow i am surrounded by ...

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