Editor's note


Photo by Priyanka Sacheti, whose poem, A Window Becomes A Pinhole Camera appears in this issue.



Welcome to Dust Poetry Magazine's first ever issue!


We begin without a theme, and with a rolling issue that builds slowly throughout the month, with selected poems going up throughout January 2020. I hope you enjoy them.


Thank you to everyone who has sent in their work. The response to Dust's first call has been fantastic, and I continue to work my way through all of the poetry in the Dust inbox.


It has been a tremendous privilege to read all of these poems, and I am particularly cheered to see such a diverse set of poets and work coming in.


I hope Dust will be a friendly and inclusive space for poetry online.


Submissions remain open for now, and we expect to continue with rolling issues, before introducing themes later in the year.


If you have any thoughts on themes you would like to see, or other ways of approaching these issues, I would love to hear your ideas.


And now, over to the poets -



Tara Wheeler

Editor



In January's issue you will find (in order of the dates they were published):


6 January by Sarah Simms

A Window Becomes A Pinhole Camera by Priyanka Sacheti

Summer Stars by Meri Eni

Conditional by Gina Marie Bernard

Winter Into Spring In Utah by Jack C. Buck

Inventory Of The Aftermath by A. Shaikh

Found In Phone Notes by HLR

Lake Tomahawk by Michael Igoe

The Parambarai by Swetha S.

Naomi by Travis Wright

An Obsessive Soliloquy by Carl Boon

The Way Things Are by Elodie Rose Barnes

The Colour Of Tea by Amlanjyoti Goswami

These Days by Jeannie Prinsen














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