Poetry
Red maya birds that are not
maya birds, but sparrows and munias.
Words for the kind of rain that will leave us
without power for days, then the kind that sprinkles on
After I cut your hair, running
the clippers back and forth
until the tiles are littered with tufts
like grey lint swept from the drum
The Wild Reciter: Poetry and popular culture in Australia 1890 to the present by Peter Kirkpatrick
by Chris Lee •
At the Louvre: Poems by 100 contemporary world poets edited by Antoine Caro, Edwin Frank and Donatien Grau
by Paul Kane •