Poetry Archives

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...

My daughter, who loves Andy Warhol, was horrifiedby your Super-8 re-enactment of his attempted executionby Valerie Solanas, who wrapped...

By Justin Clemens

Yesterday Wislawa Szymborska, eight-eight,died. It is the least we can doto return to this announcementand contemplate whether to endor...

By John Watson

It's been a long time, you old harlot. From my rented flat I see your big-ticket items – solid arc of Bridge, glinting slivers...

By Susan Varga

Money is a kind of poetry – Wallace Stevens It sounds oracular but really no one knows what Wallace meant. Conversely then, we're bound...

By Geoff Page

At an unfashionable seaside resort, no more than a country town that happened to be near salt water, Johnstone's Circus arrived for its...

By Kevin Densley

A Clear DawnLi PoThe bush is cool, the light showers have stopped – a panorama of Spring.The clear...

By Ya-Wen Ho

1. The Violinist in SpringIt is not the blue notes, but the blue touch paper. It is not the...

By James Brown