Recent Poetry
The 2023 Helen Anne Bell Poetry Bequest Award winner, Svetlana's debut collection If Movement Was a Language is available now through Vagabond Press.
I almost made this
another poem about swimming
but words aren’t always poems.
this exists everywhere:
cars parked in wait
this exists everywhere: sleep
housing drivers-to-be
desire for the domestic
away\towards
cusp
away\towards
the sunken couch. I always thought
it could devour us whole, my cousin and me,
the dark blue depths the same colour
as the night sky, speckled with white bits of lint.
Island Magazine, Issue 168 & online
no one would be as fluent as us / swimmers. gliding through what we know as air, density augmented.
Cordite Poetry Review
Vegemite on toast is what the locals eat around here.
not sure we can call ourselves that, with our lack
of pantry. a few shelves of Home Brand basics:
my childhood. sometimes news in the morning.
takahē magazine
i remember the phone call: my dad’s boss
whose office i visited once a year as a kid
to deposit our annual Christmas gift.
i didn’t ask the questions then.
disintegrating photos
nobody ever looks for. catalogue of absence: my parents’
CD collection, dust-coated, should probably hold a garage sale
and see which of my old school friends show up, accidentally
Cordite Poetry Review
those were the best days.
pelting rain illuminating
the overcast pool. clouds
as bleak as that Christmas.
Meanjin Quarterly
the ram. April 20. just google it.
Мама used to say i was a Taurus
the way i tore off hunks of black bread.
i used to believe her but we didn’t live here then.
