Tonight, I’m having you over for dinner. I’ll be licking the storms from your mind like chocolate. (You can thank me later). I’ll be exactly where I always am, dripping …
Friendship (Gemma White)
At Meredith we stayed up all night listening to doof doof cyberpunk music and I saw you cry for the first time, at four in the morning bottle of ice …
Crimson Encounter (Gemma White)
I am seeing red. Bright red nail polish on my toes as they stick out from your doona. War-time red lipstick brightening my mouth, smudged now from your urgent kisses. …
Drink Driving (Susan Austin)
Broken console, dusty dashboard. He pauses to belch before worming the key into the ignition. Outside the pub they stumbled into stained bucket-seat relief – escaped provocations, skins safe against …
Solution (Susan Austin – we follow a sparkling review with sparklingly fresh-as-fresh poetry)
He doesn’t follow when she dances in her room. She moves with rhythm through the special confusion reserved for housemates who develop affection at different paces. They sit outside playing …
All the blond Jesuses (intriguing new poetry from the extra-clever and wonderfully unique PS Cottier)
You see them wriggle free of windows, lithe as silver fish, but golden-haired. These Jesuses, blond sons of blond Marys, head out the door to play cricket, with leather and …
Lipograms: five nursery rhymes reworked (Stuart Barnes)
(a) Humpty Dumpty rocked on the well, Humpty Dumpty tumbled to Hell. The King’s twelve fledglings, the King’s four colts couldn’t put Humpty together, the dolts. (e) ‘Baa, baa, …
Blessing (brand-spanking new radar poetry from the completely marvelous Nathan Curnow)
It came rushing toward me across the paddocks all I had to do was stand—the moment roaring silent and ancient, collapsing into bloom. How it called to no one, especially …
Flicker (Kevin Brophy)
The last shadow left quietly, almost without personality, flickering as it left like a movement from a horse at the far end of a paddock caught in the corner of …
Gravely Critique (Richard Bell)
In my tomb of words built by the sentences that didn’t make sense Typing errors line my coffin burying me in out-of-place punctuation Every grammatical mistake on display for people …