Poetry

 

Watching a Late Night Thriller

Watching a Late Night Thriller

Dimitris Tsaloumas, Dimitris Tsaloumas
I start back and blink into the gloom at the large eye which fills behind filaments of blond light the left hand side of the screen. Down the other half, crossing the room, a city street with night and rain ...
The Ohasi Bridge in Senju

The Ohasi Bridge in Senju

Jan Owen, Jan Owen
After the woodblock print by Utagawa Hiroshige Many seasons ago this was the starting point for the Narrow Road to the Deep North the very bridge that Matsuo Bashō strode across stepping off onto the sandy upward slope in late ...
Homecoming

Homecoming

Tina Huang
My ba stands in our kitchen. The thwack of a blade against wood, cutting the head off of a fish for dinner. My ba escaped a war, only to spend his life longing to return. He talks often of sacrifice ...
Clocking stars

Clocking stars

Susan Fealy
Magnolia stellata Why does it stand blooming like a supernova, dropping bright litter in winter as though it’s autumn? Every star is broken. Every white, rimmed brown. Their light congeals, each petal almost succulent. Do tethered stars learn early they ...
Window Birds

Window Birds

Mark O'Flynn
The house where birds fly into windows is where my mother lives. I’ve lost count the times I’ve had to bury birds with broken necks after flying into glass— into horizons of the far beyond. It is the invisible forcefield ...
A Short Tale of an Empire with No Clothes

A Short Tale of an Empire with No Clothes

Ion Corcos
Screen: a partition, possibly from the Germanic skerm, protection. The flat surface of a computer or TV panel where images are shown. As a verb: to filter, check. Unclutter. To identify what is hidden. From a distance, a forest is ...
Native Bear

Native Bear

Lucas Smith
Half-dozen to a tree, wrote Strzelecki Before the bush was cleared for us and magpies. That they were dying out was one of the lies Of primary school. One of the small lies. Shot and killed but would not drop, ...
Mock Lobster

Mock Lobster

Michael Farrell
Empathy’s not the standard bearer of affect, or thought. Take Thomas Arnold to a chilly Victorian beach by all means; but he may not be amenable to embrace. We have all seen novelists fall, like magnificent buffalo, their heads too ...
thanks for whatever

thanks for whatever

Harry Reid
It’s good to keep a tab on things that happened ages ago friends are for this G says ‘last time was a disaster’ & I’m like     ‘oh yeah’ Ah Picabia duping the Spanish masters to buy stamps in 1894 ...
Setsugoan

Setsugoan

Carl Walsh
1 and grasses in green abundance after snow recedes push at cumulonimbus hills shake shroud of winter pale as peach blossom caught in spring gust 2 Kobori Enshū bows tucks garden into corners lets moss grow on sleeping stone vermillion ...
Fires

Fires

Glenn McPherson
1 We don’t have any bears in Australia But if memory serves, one of Tolstoy’s short stories does And I read it here in front of this fire In outer suburbia. In that story The master is drawn in by ...
When Love Trots Towards Us as a Truffle Pig

When Love Trots Towards Us as a Truffle Pig

Shastra Deo
she will not wait for us to be ready. She will not wait for a place to be set at the kitchen counter, nor for the kettle to come to boil. She will not care that we have two tickets ...
Moonless in Gotham

Moonless in Gotham

Eric Irvin
Threefold time enlighten me — Was, and is, and soon — Can a man sing tenderly To a tainted moon? Endymion, enclosed in fear, Hunkered, without light, Will call in vain for Cynthia, Computered to the trite. Lovers will in ...
Bamfield Waterfall

Bamfield Waterfall

Samantha Faulkner
The smell takes me there Inhaling the fresh water droplets deeply Back to that day It looks so close You can see it from Waiben Yet the way Dad drives the boat Sailing with my family to Muralag ...
Especially

Especially

Ellen van Neerven
We are always sensitive to land but especially tonight As you tell me of the breakings in your body As you see your homeland on TV I hold you ...