Poetry

By Osman Haneef The Radcliffe Camera takes pictures of the occupation tents protesting the War   I returned to make my words soar, not sour like a sky-rat defecating on twisting spires   the Rhodes monument inflames a backlash that the University will outlast, enduring like two statuesque legs of a King of Kings   At a ball, a boy boasts he’s in Tolkien’s old room What does that have to do with you? she asks He insists on explaining US politics and its innate inferiority to h

By Tom Nutting Bottled Ocean   George Nuku Bottled Ocean 2123 , 2023 Recycled plastics     I walk through the wall of jellyfishes (tentacles thousands of scissored bottles undulating in the breeze through the gallery door) into 100 years’ time, when plastic saturates, becomes taonga . I stare at anemones (green plastic bottle bottoms cut unfurling like the sparkling cocktail fountains I coveted as a child - because they were treasure, not plastic). Above a shoal of shimmering

By F .C.Zeri Do not to take things for granted. My mother used to warn me. She mostly meant the small family gestures harbouring scripts in their texture: there are people who lay the table, people who clean the kitchen, people who stay up late working or stay up late scribbling rhythms and figures in worn-out notebooks, steering clear of housework. Still, they’ll wake up rested to clean dishes and folded clothes and finished problem sheets neatly packaged into a backpack.