David Adès’
The Heart’s Lush Gardens
Bronwyn Rodden’s Stranded
Nathaniel O’Reilly’s Separation Blues
Huang Fan’s Flower Ash (translated by Josh Stenberg)
Brian Purcell’s Filmworks
Tug Dumbly’s Tadpoems
Lizz Murphy’s Bitumen Psalms
The 100 – 100 poets from the Flying Islands Poetry Community
1800
5.338
4.xii.24
we’re not the only ones here
come under
leaf
over frond
from shell
antennae,
probosc
good day to
you!
without them
simply, we’d
not be
the sentience
is branch and root
it’s not just
our humaniverse
but all of it
is reaching
every
creature’s on the way
we’re not the
only ones
who live in
this place
come possum
come pick off
the ants from the nest
and ants
along with you
mites to dust
candyboots to
snout
wave the
feelers wildly
insects
assert
some missions
seem simple
sometimes
louder than thought
between trees
summer cicadarama
a march fly
to me
like a moth
to its star
I flail
to play the
part assigned
lesser wings
come landing
and it’s the
same inside –
whoever
inhabits is habitation
think biome
or don’t
think at all
don’t think
the choice is yours
skin’s
history
so much world
wordless
full of
meaning too
1799
5.337
3.xii.24
this
bird full of skies
knows all
without thinking
where it’s from
and where it goes
your voice is mine
a dream is full of daylight
this one word’s
everything ever said
the wheels and the legs
are always ahead
road, either direction
running away
so many stillnesses
one breeze shows
all the tree is in the leaf
the forest in its falling
in scat the animal’s intentions
an hour is all years
until now
one howl
more than the wolf is
some say the air is empty
we don’t believe them though
1797
5.335
1.xii.24
spirit of Árpád
visits my dream
sword shaped to an enemy neck
it wasn’t exactly writing they had
the iron head
the will of wood
as if an axe to all
thirsty yet for blood
but whose?
all horses bow to his
set the stubble field to fire
then there will be witches
an empty belly drives all on
the moustache is more than the man
a thousand years survived to us
but think of the thousand before
a leaf like winter falling
the words are well and truly lost by now
in the dream
I wrote all of this down
