It is at once an ordinary and extraordinary Sunday. I am at home in Toowoomba with my girlfriend, and most of the daylight hours are spent assembling an IKEA flat …
Reading in an Undiscovered Library: Pulse – Prose Poems as Collaboration
Review by Lucy Alexander Edited by Robyn Cadwallader The woman has borrowed arms and legs. She walks on a tightrope in front of the watching crowd. They stand back as …
TRUTH IN THE CAGE
(Mohammad Ali Maleki)
You can find my whole life in my poems like a letter to God — Mohammad Ali Maleki Translated by Manus Island detainee Mansour Shoushtari Edited by Michele Seminara and Marilyn …
family portrait (Dave Drayton)
at first we were individual laugh at a cherub flashing gang signals so young that an assistant had to fold & knot those chubby thighs cross-legged but once the count …
The Chrome Pony (Scout Fisher)
It’s easy to question your sexuality when you wake up for your morning piss and have to clean the glitter out of your foreskin. Or when sequined dresses give you …
Sanctuary (Linda Godfrey)
Sticking out of the grey and white choppy water are four grey and white shapes. Not waves; they don’t break and roll to the shore. It has to be more …
SHAPING THE FRACTURED SELF (editor: Heather Taylor Johnson)
Axiology (Anne M Carson) ‘There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. – Leonard Cohen If I was ceramic I’d be kintsukuroi, pottery which has been …
A Sorry Memento, or Sorry Lamento (Teena McCarthy)
The night bird sings its mourning song. The day beckons, light through shadow. It feels hollow but sinks me and a kind of weight follows reaching into every crevice. ‘Don’t …
POETRY IN THE MINEFIELDS (Iraqi poets translated by Haider Catan and Tim Heffernan)
(edited by Ramon Loyola & Michele Seminara) An Extract from the Introduction to The Poetry in the Minefields By Abdulrahman Almajedi, Iraqi journalist and poet living in the Netherlands Organizers of …
Made For You (David Adès)
‘You’re not good enough for any woman,’ Miranda screamed. ‘What you need isn’t a woman: it’s a blow-up doll.’ Even Chester acknowledged it wasn’t his finest moment. Whatever heat there …