They will let you out through a dark corner,
after putting you in spaces you do not inhabit,
spaces you would never occupy.
They will let you out Mansir;
into a virtual space far from home.
Category: Poetry
A Tiny Ode to Chubbiness by EL Kamaal
—for AM Mariam
Your thick thighs. Your full waist.
Your bright eyes. Your round face.—
That you walk around the streets,
Unashamed of the penetrating eyes,
Unafraid of words that hit hard as punch
To Go Wading by Louise Mather
Colossus vessels gazing without oars
over green-lit stencilled exiles
further from the sun
the cliff’s furrow
crowns birthing rockpools
nests of salt prisms
willow tendrils and hammered jade florets
struck with kindling and dew
From the Tropics to This by Juanita Rey
Winter.
I hate to say the word.
Can only write it down.
It’s another name for nothingness,
this thing I fear.
My Voice by Cathrine Goldstein
I am not the voice of my generation
and yet, I am a voice of my generation
Your Once-Almost Wife by Shoshauna Shy
On our anniversary weekend
you decide to detour
by the house of an ex-fiancée
who determined years ago
that apart was best, an assessment
you dittoed, so the story goes.
While the Snow Fell by John Tustin
She got into my rented car
And it felt the same.
It felt like the first time she ever sat beside me
As I put the car into drive.
We kissed before we got into the car
And held each other close.
Your Once-Almost Wife by Shoshauna Shy
On our anniversary weekend
you decide to detour
by the house of an ex-fiancée
who determined years ago
that apart was best, an assessment
you dittoed, so the story goes.
While the Snow Fell by John Tustin
She got into my rented car
And it felt the same.
It felt like the first time she ever sat beside me
As I put the car into drive.
We kissed before we got into the car
And held each other close.
Idle Ink 