Adam King
…told me a lighter each year in Sri Lanka slow rosewater cart heat because o I would be a sparrow come here for your crumbs no need for keys cutlet…
Luke Fischer translates Evening Poems by Goethe, Trakl and Ausländer
…eine andere Welt ––Rose Ausländer (1901-1988) WANDERER’S NIGHTSONG II Calm is Over every hill, In all the canopies You can feel Barely a breath. The birds in the forest keep…
Toby Davidson reviews The Brokenness Sonnets I–III & Other Poems by Mal McKimmie
…yet because ‘Not by poets, but by prose-police / Shall their history be assembled piece by piece’, opportunities to delineate and question this are not so easily downloadable. The reference…
Jaydeep Sarangi in conversation with Philip Salom
…ceaseless zaftig of tone rose and fell under the violins chugging, in unison. Yes, chugging, not romantic. The Pandava brothers. Lament here, the drum-spats, the harmonium’s square book of the…
Christopher Pollnitz reviews Clear Brightness by Kim Cheng Boey
…beautiful prose poem, Between Stations (2009); the four-poem selection from his work he included in the dazzling new anthology, Contemporary Asian Australian Poets (2012), which he has helped to edit;…
Belle Ling
…green. Aussie Dust, grit, ash, keen sheen in lashes of weeds; your sweat appears as a solid glow. An eddy of rose in your fist draws in the winds…
Eric Low
…Our pet topic. Never mind what Rose K. said about not arguing at night. We’ll remember them for our next big bout. Right now, it’s all about how well the…
Sudesh Mishra
…smother of mudlove: A sprig of rose, Wisecracks imported From Scotland, Sixty bolts of excellent linen, And this town of course, A muddy tract of skin Which is the tract…
Paul Giffard-Foret reviews The Walls of Delhi by Uday Prakash
…remains – so that in the sewage of being, no “sewing” back of agency is possible. She quotes Derrida: ‘The essence of the rose is its non-essence: its odor insofar…
Notes on a Drowning by Laura Woollett
…stone angels. * ‘They call me The Wild Rose. But my name was Elisa Day’ (Kylie Minogue). * Elsinore cannot hold me. I have a yen for the forests of…