Poets & Poems
Library
By Judith Bishop
after Czeslaw Milosz
Snow showers, lionesses, bakeries,
summer beds, armed rangers,
paradox and dream alight in me.
I rise from my porticoes
waiting for the children, who are poets.
The ...
The Library of Names
By Eileen Chong
Today is about finding out. Fill in
a card at the desk. Write your name
with a pencil. Print if you know how. Drop
the card down a slot cut ...
The Disappearing
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Library Animals
By Toby Fitch
(after Shakespeare)
She follows me up
to the eighth floor of the library
where eerie dust,
shushed by a coy
draught, stirs
amongst the shelves.
We snake in and out ...
27 and no longer
By Stacks Poets
by Nicky Hurle
27 and no longer
Joining the throng of those
Gone before their time.
It doesn’t hurt here
Not physically, emotionally
It’s quiet and I am ...
lackadaisical love letter
By Stacks Poets
by Zan
forwarding this loathsome love note to the sultan of subterfuge:
this neurosis is a continuing nightmare you nurtured,
you taunted my paranoia and my soul you captured.
the ...
2P
By Stacks Poets
by Zan
Our passive silence seemed to hold this street hostage,
Her despotic display of wealth and snobbery mars the serenity of our collective solace,
Robbed of our designated parking ...
Untethered
By Stacks Poets
by Melanie Cunningham
Our collars, iridescent violet-green
Shimmer an oily slick of feather ends
Over our scraggy chests.
Warily dart-eyed we serve ourselves
The Willowpattern crumbs from afternoon tea-time.
Presently ...
Parrots of the mountains
By Stacks Poets
by Ondine Evans
A slow slow creaking call, as ponderous as the upswept midnight wings, echoes across the mountain ...
Inward breath
By Stacks Poets
by Melanie Cunningham
The quality of experience is different
The soul’s space is wider, deeper, higher
The feel of the air is gentler on the skin,
And silky on ...
Found
By Stacks Poets
by Jo Langdon
Wander absently
through this
place, where air retains
a calling:
toothless whispers;
gravel pockets,
white lines in the tall grass ...
Words in italics are from the The Doctor’s show on Triplej
By Stacks Poets
by Melanie Cunningham
Bird calls and traffic are a good soundtrack
For the awakening bustle in the field by the railway.
Long hushed cane platters and glass lampshades see the ...
Bind us to no master
By Stacks Poets
by Ondine Evans
Bind us to no master,
o intemperate winds.
We float above the city,
our only shackles
our collars, iridescent violet-green.
Hermes
By Stacks Poets
by Ondine Evans
Walking backwards, away from the cave,
I take my flock of thoughts out of circulation,
Hiding in plain sight.
The pursuers will follow my trail to the ...
Ode to the new generation!
By Stacks Poets
by Kat Campbell
bind us to no master
defying definition
you cannot pin us to your wall
with little boxes
neatly arranged
clinging not to Nietzche,
Buddah
Dawkins
not to ...