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by KELLY ASMUSSEN Your place is here beside us. Along the subtle stream, on salty foam, shining in fire light and walking whispering grass; snoring, under thousand star lights, in long deck chairs and on the ‘evil’ couch. Around the…
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Heartland
by HAZEL HALL I am here a penthouse in carpeted splendour and I long for the old house with floorboards that creak. The views are expansive and sunsets breath-stealing, and I crave for that flush of an apricot dusk. This…
He Tells Me the Mangroves are Taking Over
by ALICE WANDERER sinuous river, islands, distant mountains exotic to me their aerial roots like snorkels through mud sliced open a long lifetime ago it won’t stop bleeding the fertile body of the Koo Wee Rup swamp “Once was white…
Giant’s Circuit
by LYNDAL TURNER The weathered wooden bridge feels sunken, but it’s a trick of slowly rotting leaves, whose carcasses still linger from the fall, sponging up the drops whose descent has not already been suspended by the canopy of ancient…
Gang-Gangs at the Botanic Garden early March 2020
by CARMEL SUMMERS Charcoal grey softer than the black empty heart of the candlebark where you built your nest one dessicated spring before you took flight to this urban refuge. You tilt your head flaunt a red crest a shadow…
Fumes
by MARILYN HUMBERT Midnight beast growls, polished steel poised to pounce our witching hour-black Susie rumbles impatient for an answer to the summons to prowl. Slick leather zipped, dreaming… yesterday’s back roads carving the camber, green-laning where gravel and bitumen…
Fitzroy Falls
by VANESSA PROCTOR over the escarpment, inevitable, like joy or grief, rivulets of white spray cooling the January air. Gravity grips us with strange ideas, pulls us all down, one way or another, a rock, a tree, a man. Only…
Entrance Blue
by JULIE CONSTABLE in the forest stately spotted gums shed bark — revealing maps mystery countries coloured salmon-pink and cream a silver sea the forest lime gathered beneath the trees burrawang cycads spread green fronds a splash of indigo reels…
dust bowl days
by KEVIN GILLAM it was in April I believe, on a Sunday. Frankie was on the veranda, chewing his ‘bacco, spitting and staring, staring into nothing. “see how spotty that wheat is out there?” my eyes take in swathes of…
Dare Ya: Third Panel in a Southern Triptych
by RODNEY WILLIAMS after Harper Lee & Craig Silvey now designer Colorbond above masonry blocks glass ceiling to floor in hometown South Gippsland where a hut between trees on the edge of town had rusted browner than copper by my…