first light
night herons
return to the coconut palm
—Kevin Browne
morning drizzle -
the smell of hay dust
off my rucksack
—Roman Lyakhovetsky
forest shortcut—
a drop of my blood
on the cyclamen
—Roman Lyakhovetsky
cold moon
in the web of barbed wire
a refugee child's gaze
—Chen-ou Liu
jolted awake
from a recurring dream
I murmur
is my immigrant past
this black hole of what-ifs?
—Chen-ou Liu
first snowflakes ...
a lone refugee girl
pirouetting
—Chen-ou Liu
waltz dress
stops waving…
her blue eyes
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
spring insomnia…
morning sun caressing
my baby's face
—Steliana Cristina Voicu
river swallows
if only you and I
had this much sky
—Joanna Ashwell
carnations
every colour left
to forget about you
—Joanna Ashwell
my cries
muffled by cherry blossoms
tax day
—Joshua St. Claire
cloud panorama all that’s left of a single heron
—Joshua St. Claire
midnight silence
on the power line
a still possum
—Tuyet Van Do
checking emails
in the kitchen
the clock ticking
—Tuyet Van Do
catch up with old friends
on the verandah
kookaburras laughing
—Tuyet Van Do
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