Australian Poetry
Towards the equator: new and selected poems by Alex Skovron
by Paul Hetherington •
The Weekly Poem: 52 Exercises in closed and open forms edited by Jordie Albiston
by Jacinta Le Plastrier •
Angels are made from banksia. They are grown in Prague, are
Exported in all directions, and turn grey in air. They
Only fly in places where the ground is hard. If
You try to count them they turn into numbers. If
You try to call them they turn into names. They
Are not decorative at parties but illustrative, of Guernica, for example
It is a kind of sleep we must learn,
seasonal as spiders, our bodies
weights no web can hold.