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I Know How to Enter A Conversation
The world comes into view in minor and the major in this bad apple debut from Ella Quarmby.
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At the time, pure agony
Brooke Soulsby recalls an instance of great confusion between romantic and platonic feelings. Possibly a consequence of reading too many problematic YA romance plots from the early 2010s? She is grateful for a fully formed prefrontal cortex.
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LUCKY STAR
From Loretta Riach, ‘Lucky Star’ is a devotional poem to the enduring effects of watching Alien (1979) for the first time in year twelve media studies. Also: Sigourney Weaver in her undies.
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I have started having dreams about the world ending.
Maia Armistead writes of catching dusty butterfly wings in her mouth at the end of the world for her bad apple debut.
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Folds (Do Trans People Dream of Non-Binary Sheep)
From Dorian David Leigh, “This poem is about the film Blade Runner. This poem is also about current rhetoric around trans people, and the attempts of public figures to provoke a moral panic. This poem is not about the film Blade Runner.”
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i used to shop at newmarket mall until i realised it was a spaceship run by evil aliens and was subsequently abducted
In this poem, Zephyr Zhang discovers that the Westfield Newmarket is not all that it seems, and that some malls have transcended mere commerce.
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only 20
KC Marshall explores a turmoil-filled relationship in her early twenties and its impacts on her mental health both at the time and years later.
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someone on Reddit
In their bad apple debut, Zoë Deans gives us ‘someone of Reddit’. “In the wake of the 2023 election, we’re all just jetsam.”
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tradie girl winter
In this poem, Rebecca Lester gives you an amalgamation of three loves lost—two former partners, and herself. (Disclaimer: she has never been a tradie.)
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carmilla brings us home
Freya Turnbull is totally normal about vampires. ‘carmilla brings us home’ travels through ‘deviant’ desire and sinks its teeth into queer love just in time for Halloween.
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und elect able
Charlotte Forsyth offers up a poem full of taste, reflecting on the oddity and inertia of a general election.