We Walk
by Agi Dobson We walk in bright early- morning sun last night’s argument still in our mouths hoping sunshine will absolve. We walk. A light breeze caresses. We do not speak. Surreptitiously I watch you take breath, my mind numb.…
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In the atrium at the entrance of Kmart in Warragul there are birds living
by J F Garrow In the atrium, at the entrance, of Kmart, in Warragul there are birds living, Which waiting I watch. And high up inside this atrium, which is the entrance, to Kmart in Warragul there are birds living,…
Vanessa Proctor
morning light a wash of seaweed tangled along the shoreline a pair of child’s goggles reflecting the sky hailstones turning the garden white among the shattered pots my children marvel at the ice in their warm hands akatombo song takes…
J F Garrow
J F Garrow was born and raised in England, taking degrees in Philosophy and Literature. Garrow now lives in Gippsland with partner and children, and teaches Ethics and Civics. His practice plays with the boundaries between prose and verse and, in…
I guess the placentas of the floodplain will remain
by Kate Olivieri My neighbour told me Someone cried to their case manager My kids’ placentas are buried in the yard Will you compensate me for that my heart dropped so is my son’s the government is buying our house…
Sundays with you
by Rachel Skellett Sundays with you, where our roots start to grow, we wander in awe, as we venture, investigate and reflect on the place we now call home. The artistry of the season they call Kambarang radiating into view, golden-orange, honeyed…
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…
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 –…
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,…
Helen Genoni-Farnham
Helen Genoni-Farnham grew up on a farm in Gippsland. She has travelled widely, over many years, but has now returned to the area. She is now happily living in Warragul, with her own garden and her own washing-machine. She hardly…