Adelaide Literary Magazine

UNDERWORLDS APART: A STORY FOR AILIEBy Mindy Watson My Ailie,Newly three years old, you’re a different flower bud to me every day: one day fierce tiger lily, knocking down boys with a resounding “HIYA!”; one...

A INSIGNIFICÂNCIA DE SER UMA COISARita de Kasia A. Amaral Eu sou uma coisa. Ou eu fui uma coisa? Acho que antes eu era uma coisa e agora sou outra. Como tantas coisas nesse universo...

DESTROYER OF UNIVERSESBy Kevin Drzakowski Just like everyone else, Iplayed that game Around the World,the one where you shootbaskets from different pointson your driveway, startingwith the intersection of cracksforming your makeshift free throw line,then around...

TERRA COM SALPoems by Pierre Sotér Terra com salto the memory of Fernando Pessoa Ó ser mudado,Ó alma colossal,quanto do teu estado,não é nem foi dado,por algo quebrado,por nada fatal.Ó mar irado,Ó longo areal,quanto do teu...

COFFEE MUG by Abu Musa TareqTranslated by Afruza Khanom PhD Coffee Mug One vacant step  away from you and-This poet will breathe through your most secret thoughtsBeneath the diamond studded sky, the poet walks along a...

ANTIPOESÍAPor Xe M. Sánchez               ANTIPOESÍA                                  Andes a la gueta’l Paraísu.MuyerCochePerruXardínLlarPerresUna vida afayadiegaUna derrotaEntaína,Les escaleresQue baxenAl infiernuTanEsperándomos.Préstame’l fuéu.Préstame’l fuéu.Préstame’l fuéu.Préstame’lPrés…P…        ANTI-POETRYYou are looking for a Paradise.A wifeA carA dogA gardenA houseMoneyA comfortable lifeA defeatLet’s go,StairsTo hellAreWaiting ForUsI like the...

TRANSATLANTIQUEPoems by Janet McCann TRANSATLANTICmy mind slides down your voiceinto your house of fifty years agolaughter and lightly kissed cheeksthe bottle of wine and the bowl of peachesthat were never emptymy mind slides down your...

A DRY BREEZEPoems by Anwer Ghani   A Dry BreezeThat evening with its breeze has planted in my soul an unforgettable tales. I don't like crying and as any man, I wish to fall in a...

END OF WINTERPoems by Gloria Monaghan End of Winter recognize me if you canyou who were made before I was unmade (Canto VI) I am in the third circle of rainand there is also snow, which barely...

THE WAY OF TIM ASHPoems by Timothy Robbins The Way of Tim Ash You have a way of appearing, the chorus ina Satyr Play. The night before my hernia repairyou look better than you have in...