supporting local Artists
supporting local Artists
by HELEN ROSEMARY WOOD Yunbenun * In the deep north, this island paradise of fringing coral reefs nestles in Halifax Bay. Ancient connections to Wulgurukaba ‘canoe people,’ with shell middens, stone tools and cave paintings. A volcanic blast from millions…
by SAMIRA STEPHENS Stumble my way to the Pho shop down High St, Tailgating the puffer jackets in front, The kid behind me is begging for kebabs, Mistaking them as Italian food, Lucky Schmuck is going off tonight, Someone’s forgotten…
by YVETTE STUBBS 1. She lives on a tropical island Feels vagaries of watery surrounds Ferries dictate her freedom She drowns when controlled. 2. Sandy night walking Paddling in froth and bubbles Splash cold water Flicking the anxt away Into…
by PETER ROBERTS In days of tumult the ragged edges of each episode clash, like bumper bars on the rain drenched freeway; until descending into the tunnel all the world is wiped away like tears after a tantrum –
by KRIS HEMENSLEY for Denis Smith [6-xii-23 (Santoka’s diary 1930 “falling away behind me/ mountains i’ll never see again” – matter of fact or wistfully? life’s what’s become (became — literally here and now but also synoptic — analogy doubles the…
by MARK CLOUGH J M Barrie’s faerie stole my heart Or was it Keats’s … La Dame Belle sans Merci? We met there in the some-wheres of our time Full beautiful … a fae delight Who looked at me as…
by SUZI MEZEI I’m out of my depth – I don’t understand the snow. I’ve cocooned my invisible body parts in wads of tension, just in case the arctic gust cuts through these borrowed thermals. I’m unsteady in my boots;…
by ROBYN CAIRNS curled amongst coastal grasses a sand dune fairy arranging wildflowers a lost city florist intersection of east and west…… nature our conduit stories travel between sky and sea underneath Kilcunda bridge we touch soft bursting seed pods…
by GLENN MCPHERSON Three lousy pumpkins off three vines, for winter. Smoke won’t make up its mind. This morning We found a waterhole no-one has drowned In yet. There was a flat stone that the poor-man Who sleeps rough, further…
by ROHAN BUETTEL (Tree Notice … I am a healthy veteran fig tree (ficus virens) … Thanks for loving Brisbane’s trees.) Near the financial heart of a river trade where three ways meet, a green cathedral cleaves. The tower figs…