Poetry Archives

1. Maus bilong Chauka Belo pairap, skul i pinis. Mi harim solwara i bruk long nambis. Mi smelim solwara...

They have to go. – Trump This is how I remember you: Thursday nights, stray curlsstrong arms, beads & masks,...

when they ask me what i’m doingat the end of this long campaignwhen they ask which course i’m pursuingthese...

By Joshua Ip

The flight path on the screenacross the aisle is a green linejoining the dots from Manchesterthrough Amsterdam, Bucharest,now Istanbul,...

By Sarah Day

Search optimisation is the bronzewing’s nemesis or indifference if it’s your attention it wants, though it’s not; link farming from Russian...

By John Kinsella

I was out walking yesterday or perhaps it was todaywhen a man young as a son spoke under his...

By Omar Sakr

Iam a night-time walker, Iprefer dark, dark publicparks,the sound of the bush splittinga grin, baked earth beneath mywalker’s feet. A...

By Charlotte Guest

Driverless Cars Transmogrify Ethics!Galahs spring-grapple from nest to road. AIs Writing Festive Songs!A puff and it is nothing – some...

By Alison Whittaker

From the southWhat is the smoke?Is this a city or somethingmore inexplicable?Don’t talk of alleys, this isa suburb, see...

By Jill Jones

she knew when she awokethat some one had raped hergathering her clothes togetherin the back alley she dressed quicklyflushed...

the opening serve, so to speak, goes to Rosie– she pushes another empty wheelchairward to ward and our heads...

By Chris Armstrong