…Page Seventeen. Taylor Johnson’s poetics favours personal poems less than thirty lines in length, although she also composes the occasional prose poem. She experiments with stanza and line length, sometimes…
…its retreat home at Fordham University’s beautiful Rose Hill Campus in New York City. Our roster of faculty members and guest speakers are a veritable list of who’s who in…
joanne burns is a Sydney poet. She has had many prose poems published, and is represented in The Indigo Book of Australian Prose Poems, Ginninderra Press 2011. Her most recent book is amphora, Giramondo Publishing 2011….
…Gratified when answers rose up in a field without questions. Eyelids lifted like hoods or wings, then a mise en abîme of eyes flying open, endless hoods and wings. Still,…
…of the ones who have chosen to stay? Crane after aesop The crane, unashamed of her ashen hue, rose to the firmament she had bragged about to the peacock of…
…to Sydney. She studied music at university having played the violin from the age of nine. She now teaches full time at the Rose Bay independent girls school Kambala and…
…I rose, trying to cover myself. He leered at my nakedness, giggling about our new destination. ‘The coffee grove is just around the corner, putita.’ They took important women there….
…gazes locked. Her eyebrows rose and her jaw dropped. From that distance, he saw furrows form fleetingly on her forehead. Then the furrows disappeared and she lowered her gaze. When…
…brushed in ‘shhh’ steps: fluorescent green vest of a mammoth council path sweeper, against a newly popped orange rose. The other great strength Felt possesses is its heart – making…
…the mud… I am alive, but I’ll keep being so till the end When you died, the legend has it, you looked well Like the sun whose blood rose in…