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by Marilyn Humbert The limestone outcrops at Chillagoe urge us to wander the caves before night herds the lost stars into constellations. On the descent cold coils around us, your hand the lifeline steadying my course. Our boots grind rubble…

the golden mean

by Kevin Gillam my father, eighty years ago, at the age of – my guess, seven – was driven with classmates in a bus on a stifling hot February day to a salt lake, marched to jetty end and thrown…

Robyn Cairns

side by side in Andamooka eating drumstick ice-creams rainbow matrix opals on our minds Parachilna Gorge an elegant parrot flashes green against vivid red rocks the colours of my city home quick to evaporate in awe of small wonders –…

Rough Love

by Hazel Hall stoking the stove— her aunt’s and mother’s weary eyes— their work-worn hands— seven kids to bathe and bed before time of their own— ‘skin the rabbit’ they say— girls first— stripped one by one— slipped in the…

Rodney Williams

Rodney Williams (Catchment’s editor) has convened Time to Write for Bbaa, on Gunaikurnai country, and is a member of the Naarm/Melbourne-based haiku group Fringe Myrtles. He’s had poetry published internationally in Western & Japanese forms. Rodney was Feature Poet for…

Hazel Hall

Tick Tock a tanka string a little girl with dandelion clock blows away strong parachutes that need enormous puffs her smile hovers in delight tick tock will there will always be more seeds to blow away? one moment — let…

Samantha Sirimanne Hyde

after the bomb I stumble through rubble — this tunnel vision shows someone stealing a dead man’s wallet Colombo, Sri Lanka, 1987 grandma’s shrine I sort blooms on trays learning the brief nature of all things’ existence Ratnapura, Sri Lanka,…

Nesting Season

by Maria Bonar A young dove builds her first nest on a precarious nook on my front porch. A previous site of windblown disaster strewn twigs, woolly strands, broken eggs She bills and coos loudly, announcing her flimsy new domicile…

Pat Saunders

damp crumpled body in a dark dry corner – as rats rustle bolts driven shut carriage rolling

Tuyet Van Do

flares zooming brighten the sky bodies of women and children flying through the air Gaza, Middle East collecting eggs in the coop another chicken on the ground lifeless