Poetry Archives

Waverley. You were my Saturday crèche when I was too young to see over the fence on the wing....

Snow is falling white-outover the Schloss and its collectionsof the dead. A small marble hand glistens in its case and...

By John Kinsella

This image is a computer-generated projection of a standard 2040 global city of eight million citizens. It is based on...

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the umbrella men are blooming inthe season of rain. they grow in the shade like magic mushrooms, unlooked-for and uncultured.they...

By Joshua Ip

*Contrary to what they believed, I was never allergic to skin. Or sunrays. I wasn’t a cadre.**Arrested by three....

By ko ko thett

Trains came to a halt.Factory chimneys stopped breathing.Schools and hospitals boarded up their doors. But from his desk each morning,the...

By Jang Jin-Sung

IA nation cursed by the Sati.– Popular Nepali saying. Neither with a bang, nor with a whimper,But with the cries,...

By Manan Karki

In Afghanistan, a widow receives my monthly stipend, a small apology as I monitor my intake of news, post a cheque but can’t stomach the...

By Laura Jan Shore

Wincey – but really – wincey, a baby word from a nursery rhyme is what was doled out by...

By Lucy Dougan

Going away enforced where I was.There was no here without there.The Canning River fed Bull Creekovershadowed by paperbarkswith its...

By John Kinsella

The sea rolls flat, pleasant and blue under a warm sun. In the distance, ships glide easy toward the...

No sooner resolved neverto write another linethe habit of resolutionbeing so strong,the air turned suddenlysweet outside her window –the...