In September

when the borders between usare more jasmine than fence,more mistake than betrayal,I will cross the dew-wet streetwithout looking, you’ll seemore optimist than woman. Samantha Johnson (she/her) is a poet in Melbourne, working on her debut collection.  Her work...

Mother

On the hills I am barefoot, ankles rainbow-strungwith friendship, picking through scree.In the streams I gather my skirts insmiles, hug baby to my hip, sing to the fishes.In the valley I bathe in shade, stuff pocketswith berries, practise echoes.In the forest I birth...

Six-Legged Mare

Ed note: An earlier version of this poem originally appeared at honeyfirelit in October 2021.You and I could simply touchwe’d createa monstersix-legged mareit wouldn’t fit in a barn...