CHAPBOOKS
The Dogs Bark
One Like losing, like losing, like losing: the spit, the bear’s eye, the brass bells, their rhythm, their time, only thing, on beat. Like how I found out, then folded. Tiny plastic stick. Everything is jaundiced, sticky creases. I’m up right. Nothing is coming out, I don’t want …
DIVINE INTERVENTIONS
During breeding season, Melbourne is home to up to 10,000 seraphim, the highest form of angel. However, these sacred creatures can be a hazard to aircraft. Angel strike in one of these engines can cause severe damage to the fan blades & cause the engine to fail. Engine manufacturers test the safety of these engines by firing a high-speed frozen chicken at them while the engine is operating at full thrust.
The Hunt for the Thylacine
The tracks were first noticed by Miss B. Seaton, and their identity was confirmed by Mr. L. D. Crawford, who is the scientific assistant at the Queen Victoria Museum, Launceston.
So-called Australian Made: In Response to Lycette and Fox
Thomas Lycette, View of Tasman’s Peak, from Macquarie Plains, Van Dieman’s Land, c 1823, Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide (AGSA, 2024). A quaint little dalliance on the Merry old Tasman Peak Every painting is set in England, isn’t it? …
Sanskari Girl: 5 poems by Lia Dewey Morgan
blue stone onam And so it was, Sunday afternoon stoned walking aimless, blue sky and yellow sun falling over a Presbyterian church I’d never seen before. A couple with a pram dressed King of Trainers, conservative like bald men shouting …
Tell Me Like You Mean It 7
Image by Angélique Moseley When briefing commissioned poets on what I imagined this volume of Tell Me Like You Mean It to embody, I eagerly told them to simply ‘tell me like you mean it’. I didn’t care if it …
Adversarial Practice: 6 New Poems by Angela Costi
The Print is Fine and Dandy Upon settlement of what is unduly authorised by Crown and sundry to be the property of said immigrant on said day at said time you are subject to said fees and charges to be …
Invisible Walls: Poetry as a Doorway to Intercultural Understanding
The selection of poems we offer here is written by poets participating in a two-year intercultural exchange program between Korean and Australian poets.
Choosing Sides: 7 New Poems by Adam Ford
Dog Day Afternoon! Rom Spaceknight #6 (May 1980) He sits quietly, his hand still warm from electricity drawn out of the single naked bulb that gently swings from the pasteboard ceiling of the small-town garage. The hidden photovoltaic process continues, …
5 New Poems by Mindy Gill
In the Oberoi, Two Days Before My Flight after Frank O’Hara We made all the right decisions. It’s what we told one another. A high-walled garden and uninterrupted air. The mahogany desk you claimed in an instant pens, new pages, …
Tell Me Like You Mean It 6
Once, I was sitting in my therapist’s office, and she asked me the question ‘Why do you write poetry?’ It’s a very good question; one with many answers, half of which I couldn’t articulate here. I responded to her with something like, ‘It helps me to understand my internal environment.’
deScription: Improvisations on the Mid-career Drawings and Paintings of Nola Farman
I. The Limits of Imagination The Limits of Imagination, 1971, 15 x 21cms, ink on paper I hear old Poseidon walks on the water like his feet are backwards fish. I’ve always had this affinity, he boasts in the trumpet …
Porous Walls, or, Why don’t you join me?: Poems from the Future of Health
In Poetry and the Fate of the Senses, Susan Stewart writes that the use of caesura or enjambment ‘bring[s] pulse and breath to the poem itself’, at the same time opening ‘the text to the excentric positions of unintelligibility and death’.
YEARN MALLEY
THE END OF MY PUBLIC LIFE I always thought beauty was important. I always hated anecdotes. I only ever cared for power, how I might take it in my hand. I never want to write about my mother. I love …
The Morgue I Think the Deader it Gets: Poems by Carody Culver
The more I think The more I think about it the bigger it gets The bigger I think about it the harder it gets The harder I think about it the sharper it gets The sharper I think about it …
Door of Air: Poems by Morgan Yasbincek
door of air eight of us under this ceiling, seven standing, one supine then four sitting, three standing, one supine, fingers interlocked over ribcage seven people speak between dumplings of quiet, not all of them entered with us some left …
Hardcore Pastorals: Poems by Rebecca Hawkes
so much suckling frothy spittle and grunt
Citations: poems by Lou Garcia-Dolnik
Aubade I am overextended. The poem forgets me but the city says here. Image. Lights unbury the bodies of abandoned bicycles. The river architecting assembly lines of women forgetting their boyfriends. Somewhere a rave I’m not invited to. The distended …
Tell Me Like You Mean It 5
Whenever a half-decade mark is reached, I do feel the impulse to reflect on the past.
