Anna Jacobson reads her poems ‘Finding a Translator' and 'Without Corners or Guide' for the second series of ABR's Queensland States of Poetry anthology.
... and my mind is a washing machine filled with houses made from soil in Stalingrad, of having to detonate explosives found in trains, of stealing wheat all night long for his sister and baby ...More
My father can find
any building in unfamiliar
surroundings. I do not have this sense ...
During the war tick
didn’t want to leave everything behind again ...
Dots twirl along my veins
At least a dozen in each arm
from a diagnosis party ...
Maps are for memory. I see
palm trees by the forest. Their shadows
form an X at noon. I dig
using hands feet mouth, bite
against treasure – not gold but worry dolls that I spit
out like multi-coloured teeth into my palm.