Poetry Archives

My eyes are lost in the past. I am hiding in my past, your past, my great-grandfather’s past. Our lost...

The wind was shunting a heavy storm, with her binoculars she searched for him along the cliffs, he was still...

1983 in the mountains of smoke haze & roads hacked through sandstone, your father declares after trekking alone for hours, he made...

It isn’t small – a medium size female and no plaything. To reduce, make diminutive as panting with heat, potential of storms, build...

By John Kinsella

life, habitat & ruin / run recombinant // & helical in hurt forms / that keep life going & do...

By Andy Jackson

In the dark, out of damp black loam, they’ve sprung back in their bonnets and straw hats. Pale arms dusted by the...

By Gavin Yuan Gao

for Eileen Chong The story has been told over and over: Saigon crossed out on maps in crimson ink, its refugees pleading...

By Vuong Pham

Life seemed easier – in the Tampon ads – like go roller-skating or scale a mountain with a heavy...

By Olivia De Zilva

Thirty lines max, it says. Only twenty-nine left as some wag might have quipped but who’s counting? All bags must be opened for...

By Mark O’Flynn

for Dessi, Thinker Nails (Ubud) Spirit Mama Bali wears a wet shirt. Her honey amber coconuts are unrepentant, and the crescent...

You spend your Centrelink payment on a dinner package to the opera. Madama Butterfly. You rent a suit, tie,...

By Anders Villani

your coming was whispered to me, long-long ago my heart warms and sizzles to have you folded at my roots your arrival...

By Merinda Dutton