Poetry

Old Paint Colors Before he died, we shared a common history.The slow unfurling of breath, a womb, twohands, a tapestry of goodbyes in sepia. Aplacenta, grey, buried under the pine-straw of winter. So many sad things...

The Institution by Aracelly P. Campo Love-the grand illusionTheatrical spectacle presented to us on an empty stageTransaction driven unions that dictate the roles we are to playWe follow conventions of our own inventionsWe surrender our willAnd...

Masterpiece “I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bedfrom boys who bury promises in her belly.”—Kristina Haynes Her body was a junkyard: a potpourriof someone else’s tired mess—a regurgitatedmasterpiece (fragments collaged together:rotten bits of stranger...

HIDEOUS WINNERS Stray bits of grammar peck at the skyAlgae with red snouts wins the next track meetSea foam and plastic comply with the new climate’s directivesA revised global contract is signed between tidelines and...

Waking Up The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains. Our winding road is glistening, fresh with...

Goulburn A muddy river flanked by gums wanders through town past rope swings hanging from high branches, rippling around snags and sandbanks, flowing home Tingalpa The bush spread to the reservoir’s edge. Water stretched out of sight round the peninsula. Wind-blown waves chopped across...

Alnitak Kalki will come. Hundreds of years must pass.Kalki will come. We wait. Trapped we crave our son The far stars callLocked in local space Those kilns coax hardDark, this backlit box But walls will fall Kalki...

WORLD FINESSE AND NUANCE STRATEGY by Bob Eager Immediate world and world  beyond,Strategy to grow into new role..Stretch and reach to a new worldDiscrepancy  between where you are and where you want to be!Truth lies between...

The Lord’s Prayer Trumped Our Faker, who art in the chalk-white House,pumped is thy name, crumbly is your fame.From thy sand trap, thy will be done to what’ll be left of Earth in the name...

Inhale to GoddessYouare only a blurin the foreground of mydrishti. WrinklesThere is a history in your face, everyline that draws up anddown each curve.In just these few moments that I've met you,I see little joys in...