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On Silk
Sally Wen Mao
‘At the silk museum, / the silkworms crumpled themselves in baskets, / lazy and dazed in the spoils of mulberry.’
A poem by Sally Wen Mao.
sleeping far from home
Soledad Marambio
‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’
Waterloo East
Lorraine Mariner
‘On one of those mornings / when I felt like resigning / from my life.’
Meeting the psychiatrist’s wife
Lorraine Mariner
‘The psychiatrist’s wife / has a dress the colour / of that bottle of claret / you shouldn’t have drunk / last night.’
It was discovered that gut bacteria were responsible
Kathryn Maris
‘this dream that might have been pleasant for an / 8-year-old could instead emerge as a nightmare for a woman / on the brink of menopause’
A Spell For Going Safely Forth By Day
Jynne Martin
‘The hunter pushes a bullet beneath his tongue to fix his aim, / or is it to stave off his thirst?
Sunday Drive Home
David Masello
‘On the drive down the Taconic, / you sleep, your head sinks then snaps / up when it reaches some reflex angle.’
