Poems
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Low tide
By Miranda Gillam GrantWarm room,
low tide
I left the earth and the humid air
I left myself within myself -
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Ghazal for Staying Safe
By Munira Tabassum Ahmedwhich is to say we prosper until we are not safe,
all of this, worth it even when we are not safe.
I ask where you are going, what roads bend aside -
Later, dusk
By Michelle CahillWalk slowly through the day,
take care of yourself, do not count on harm,
things lost are now a small waste to retrieve,
even the ocean is messy, let it teach you to trust -
sunlight and wind are free
By Ella O'Keefe, Dr Karl Kruszelnickisunlight and wind are free
a kind of ‘glue’
your loudspeaker simultaneously broadcasts
molten iron in precise quantities -
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River
By Hope One- Matehaere Hope Haami
I am the river, the river is me,
Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au -
Tiny Roar
By Omar MusaSilken snapdragons, swaying on stalk tower,
open their mouths. The tiny roars of colour
— sherbet, red velvet, purple wine — bees waltz
in haloes around them, sever the thread from earth -
There’s So Much I Could Write Poetry About
By Yassmin Abdel-MagiedI could wax lyrical
about
a city that springs back to life
after a winter of confinement -
Dreaming Track
By Lorna MunroPlease disregard the disruptions
Disconnect from the obstructions
The growth of this canopy pleads
Unweave the wires that bind -
Still Life
By Stephen EdgarTame enough to venture and explore,
Gem-flecked with dew in the Bruny Island dawn,
Two wallabies, stock-still,
Look up and pause while feeding on the lawn. -
HOME
By Sara M. SalehI still write to you at times.
I try to make sense
of all your corners, all your years
tucked underneath loss and loss, -
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Glad wrap is death and everything is on fire
By Laurie MayI don't know how to write anymore
I don't write anymore
I'm not sure if writing has become a luxury
Falling wayside to practical things -
Cradle of Life
By Archie RoachI go down to the ocean
Here on the sand
Ah my heart is broken
As here I stand -
TikTok Dance
By Maxine Beneba ClarkeDab, dab, shuffle, slide,
left, right, left.
Shuffle, slide, dab, dab,
twirl, kick, step. -
Makes You Stronger
By Nina OyamaA man once showed me around a sharehouse
and whenever he showed me a bad part he said
but hey, makes you stronger.
So the sink pipes are rotten. But hey, makes you stronger. -
An Address To The Shadow That Follows Me
By Jill JonesI’m still your goddess of crumbs and scraps, chewing on suburban air
Let me tell you, it takes some guts to do that
amongst these pokerfaced love shacks and villa clones
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Dust
By Anna Spargo-RyanThere is no water.
Outside the ground is dust.
A man takes the animals to another red-and-grey plot.
He watches their fleece rot. He watches the flies come.
