by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 23, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Lot’s Wife I think today of the boy in choir class who closed his eyes when we sang about Jesus. Who swayed, as if the Lord himself was in the room. I sat in the back row and braided my girlfriend’s hair. Men are allowed to worship each other. To...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 22, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
‘Attention, after all is prayer’ (Jo Bell) We saw a kingfisher threading the bright needle of his body along the river. We saw a shag, stamping her prehistoric shadow on the sky. We saw a hobby, compact, fierce, not a sinew out of place, alert and...
by Zakia Carpenter-Hall | Apr 21, 2026 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Pipeline We walk from cane fields, cotton in our nightshirts, sweet sugar on our teeth. My peoples chant strong magic. My peoples beatbox in jail. Roger Robinson won the T.S. Eliot Prize (2019), the RSL Ondaatje Prize (2020), the...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 20, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Double My double sits before me now. I stare deep into her, as I do every day after midnight. When I raise my hands, she raises hers. When I wink with my right eye, she winks back. My childish braid sticks its tongue out at us both....
by Helen Ivory | Apr 19, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Dear Iran after Sholeh Wolpé Even though I only once traced your streets with my own feet, you wandered into my dreams anyway sliding in through my grandmother’s stories, drifting out of the steam of her afternoon tea searching for a place to...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Marseilles Road -She calls him up- She wills his brush in colour, and chalking, fierce hued flaws, which fall flat on the canvas, She uses a dark outline and replaces his image with cholic fumes. -He doesn’t pick up- He wants to place her in two...
