Merlinda Bobis

Is it the sun a hole sucking in a bird or Icarus about to singe the sun? The poet asks as she circumnavigates the globe, history–then, an inner uni...

Most everything has dried up: water, the womb, even the love among lovers. Hunger is rife and survival desperate, except across the border. One nig...

An anomalous kiss. A white turtle ferrying the dreams of the dead. A working siesta in a five-star hotel. A woman’s twelve metre-hair trawling corp...