CURRENT ISSUE 4.2
UKRAINE SPECIAL DISPATCH
TO EVERYONE (AND THE FUTURE MOST LIKELY)
by RYDER KEREOPA (Australia)
You think this poem will preserve the breeze,
preserve the dark and oaky trees
THREE WAYS OF SAYING THE SUN IS SETTING
by JAYDA BRAIN (Australia)
Pollen stuck to his thighs, the man feels
something unnamable growing in his chest
by ZARA VALE (Australia)
You cringe as the door opens with a loud beep, but no one comes running.
MEN WAITING FOR A TRAIN
by LOIS BELOVED (Australia)
At first they stand, orphaned, like a line of birds,
first on one foot, then the other, in unison.
THE FLOATING ANCHOR
by AILEEN BAK (Australia)
As a Haenyeo, a Korean sea-woman, her day was just beginning, even before the sun rose in the bitter oceanic cold to ready herself to dive for her day's catch.
by ENLING LIAO (Australia)
Thirty-two nights without seeing a start
Bright, shining, good luck, good luck for me.
WOOD AND WATER
Late afternoon. I never knew a whisper, soft and sweet, could sing
by GRACE LOVE (Australia)
We walked along the small terrace of grass, the blinding heat of the sun forgotten . . .
BECAUSE YOU'RE WORTH IT
by KIANA JACKSON (Australia)
You're deplorable, horrible, despicable, ignorable. You reiterate, evaluate, desiccate . . .
BREAKING THE SILENCE
by BRITNEY PHAM (Australia)
The silence can be eerie
Dark, damp and cold