Although I grew up in Australia, I was born in a rural part of Greece, in the region of Macedonia. The northern regions of Macedonia, Thessaly and Thrace were hit …
stone beach on kos (Linda Godfrey)
echoes smack on a photograph/ show about twelve/ all standing round in their morning/ like our thoughts/ all children have to leave somewhere/ and yet fishponds reflect/ if not actual …
The Dilemma of Job, or Hope into the Wilderness (henry 7 reneau, jr)
The Great Migration is the parable of dispossession pursuing a Northern star. Leaving rock-salted sorrow to come to terms with dignity deferred. Leaving hate, too long in place, that had …
Papi Pichón (Dimitri Reyes)
papi pichón flies out of my library book and no one hears him because he chirps at spanish-to-english dictionary speed. all dismiss papi’s beautiful wings a sabre, a grindstone attached …
FREE POETRY (Janet Galbraith and Writing Through Fences)
ABOUT FREE POETRY Writing Through Fences is a group made up of writers and artists who are, or have been, detained in Australia’s immigration detention prisons, along with others who …
Don’t Talk About the ‘Dont Walk’ Sign (Alexandra O’Sullivan)
Imagine you live in a world where female is the default gender. Where women own 95% of big business, media companies, and government positions. You study herstory at school, written …
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 …
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 …
Apologies, I forgot you exist (Fleur Beaupert)
On the verge of this sheer pink dress fits my childhood fantasy glass slipper | Inside it I’m so brown I’m clear White gold un dress | B(l)onded into celibacy …
Exodus (David Adès)
You hold a catacomb of memories. I wait outside your door to catch fragments. How much can any of us know of what preceded? We interrogate doors we cannot pass …