Poetry Archives

In the light that steals across dead valleys like a shallow wave anything that lives has lost its solid presence the...

Come in, dead Emily. Judith Wright, ‘Rosina Alcona to Julius Brenzaida’ All these lines we funnel, have need of. The dead trouble...

By John Kinsella

I heard they grew Winston Churchill in a Petri dish, from stem cells and DNA. Identical, or so they said. He lives in...

By Alys Jackson

Meltdown in a shopping mall The security guards who circle my son look at me for guidance. Their authority has crumbled. I’m in total...

By Anthony Macris

A hard name There were reds under the beds when we were growing up and someone at school always ridiculed my name the name...

The rosy she-oak table gleams, laden with bowls of steamy stew, a bottle of red and four glasses. The glissando of our...

By Laura Jan Shore

There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to...

By Alicia Sometimes

Hey ancestor, you talking to me? Country time everyday. I know, I know, but wouldn’t you know it, it’s the 26th...

By Alexis Wright

I saw through my grandmothers eyes The removal of my mother I shared my grandmothers heart I felt her pain I shared my...

If a Sovereign is a gold coin worth one pound sterling, then The Crown is something you put on...

By Joshua Ip

Here’s to those postcolonial Bards in white flannels wielding the willow like their consonants and vowels, spicing the English tongue with...

By John Agard

For Gordon Rohlehr i woke one morning and the Caribbean was gone. She’d definitely been there the night before, i’d heard...

By Kendel Hippolyte