after A. Tarkovsky I was born of cold hands in the light of the cells. I left the arms of my mother to find reeds and smoke of the steppe. …
The False Dissension Over ‘Islamophobia’: an Iranian outlook (Ali Beikzadeh)
‘Cultural relativism commands us to see what we call our values as simple prejudices; the beliefs of a particular tribe called the West. The religion of the prophet is thus …
Analysis (Yvette Henry Holt)
In the Middle of Analysis In the middle of the night in the middle of a shared pandemic I lay on my back not falling to pieces in the middle …
Duende (Magi Gibson)
The Girl with Eyes like Dying Stars We sit in Costa, she bristling with the blue hair of her new-found tribe, tiny woodcut dolphins dancing from her ears & LOVE …
As Satellites Replace Stars (Joshua Dabelstein)
The commodification of the cosmos is having a profound impact on humanity itself On Monday March 3, 2024, at 2:05pm Pacific Time, a satellite built by small Sydney start-up Space …
Lost Within Myself (Mohammad Ali Maleki)
Mother, see the dust of my lonely sorrow — I need your prayers; I am drowning in my own swamp. It seems from the day I was born my fate …
Only One Son (Magan Magan)
Once Mohamed had a dream about his son. The dream kept him up until the early hours of the morning. He was caged under his blanket — battening his mind …
Lines on Maps and Foreheads: Three Poems (Paul Mitchell)
Ode to dismantle a poetry god I saw you bathing on the roof with all your Greek myths. Medusa was my favourite – I caught her staring at your naked …
Rattle up the Road (Siân Darling)
Flesh and fat were luxuries of childhood, in that window before starvation was understood. My loose, thickened skin — coloured the same as my mama’s, who I’d never see again …
The Orchardist (Claire Miranda Roberts)
Rigid and bony like an orchard in winter— a single tree can produce forty types of fruit. We can collapse a whole orchard by injuring the tree so that twenty …