Artist’s Statement “Here again, not well, likely a turnspit, jiggered … whose trajectory scours my sleep? What worriment forths mildewed landsend?” A captain, out on the high seas, on …
Thou Shalt Not Wank (Ali Whitelock)
Artist’s Statement The horrific sex scandals pouring out of Canberra this year (2021) made my blood boil hotter than the planet: the rape allegations, the footage of liberal staffers masturbating …
Mama Said (David Ishaya Osu)
Breakfast Table Mama serves us coffee at night. Not because she wants us to stay awake. Everyone brings a dream to the breakfast table. Face your food, you are still …
Memory for Dust (James Laidler)
Artist’s Statement ‘Memory for Dust’ is a poem that lay buried in one of my journals for a number of years. It recounts the death of our pet cat which …
Adieu to 2020
Well I think we can all agree that 2020 has been quite the ride (and that’s putting it nicely!) This year has presented everyone — without exception — with challenges …
Fantasy (Murtaza Ali)
Artist’s Statement I was born in Mariabad Quetta, province of Balochistan, Southwestern Pakistan. Growing up surrounded by art centers, the smell of oil paint would be invaluable later in life …
My Suspect Friend, Anxiety (Joel Ephraims)
The Pharmacy on Hospital Hill I observe the surroundings of this place where I come to make sense. The colour opulence of the glittering cars of buyers of subsidized drugs, …
VERITY LA POETRY PODCAST Episode 14: Disrupting the (Dis)Ableist Narrative
QPF 2019: In this episode of the Verity La Poetry Podcast, Verity La Managing Editor Michele Seminara is joined at the 2019 Queensland Poetry Festival by poet Andy Jackson and …
The Cherry Picker’s Daughter (Melissa Lucashenko)
A tribute to the late Kerry Reed-Gilbert given by Melissa Lucashenko at the launch of Aunty Kerry’s memoir, The Cherry Picker’s Daughter, at the Avid Reader Bookshop in Brisbane on …
On Leaving Iran (Rebecca Ruth Gould)
The plane ascends. Women disrobe, crossing into Turkey’s airspace. Their hair cascades like waterfalls. I lift my skirt to let my legs breathe. So much sin is compressed between my …