This is a feminist project, one which imagines new modalities for intimate cohabitation and kinship.
By Klara du Plessis
Poetry
Goodison’s lines bristle with colloquialisms and music.
By Brennan McCracken
The muse, it seems, has finally refused the conditions of its labour.
By Frances Grace Fyfe
Huh’s speaker finds love in the beloved’s idiosyncrasies.
By Frances Grace Fyfe
Could the Bard himself have come up with the amazing sonic description “snapping dirt-streaked asparagus”?
By Frances Grace Fyfe
Bebenek paints an accurate picture of grief – how it can make you both glassy-eyed and allow you to see the world more clearly.
By Frances Grace Fyfe
Avasilichioaei is attuned to what we might hear in an otherwise quiet room.
By Frances Grace Fyfe
This season’s poetry roundup covers David Bradford's Dream of No One but Myself, Gillian Sze's Quiet Night Think, and more.
By Robyn Fadden