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Dandelion

by CHARNTEL CLEVELAND Baby gurgles on a blanket while you plunder Nan’s yard, dodging bindis and burrs for the enchantment of dandelions. You offer Nan the yellow flowers but save the fluffy ones. Stoked with her posey, Nan finds a…

Crossing the Fitzroy

by HELEN McDONALD A response to Aboriginal artist Sonia Kurarra’s painting ‘Martuwarra’after being invited to camp on Bunuba country by the traditional owners My surface eyes skim acrossthe forever Fitzroy river.An outsider, heavy-treadingon this land,I watch from the bank –see skipping,…

Crossing Borders near MOTS

by RODNEY WILLIAMS with echoes of A. B. Paterson through a gap we spy the river’s last banks no fertile delta of islets dropped as silt more golden dunes shifting forever in flux bands of sand dancing slowly with currents…

Creswick Cup

by ROGER VICKERY A stand of Cypress Pines trembling like chained dogs from Mount Buninyong winds… artesian water trickling across grader-cut contours Gondwana glories … Jackson Pollock palettes… pinks, purples, browns & golds… a sky-blue porcelain mug no chain or…

Collapse

by JANE DOWNING She lies across the river’s constant flow branches once intent upon the sky now prone, reaching for the other side ripples skirting her brittle crown How quickly colour bled from her limbs – toppled by erosion, a…

Coburg, Victoria

by JO McINERNEY Walking these streets hunting the past. Not seeking mum’s lipsticked smile or dad’s stiff creased fedora. Instead looking for the waving acres, wide paddocks where skinks flickered and giant goannas forced a path. The sunny fields where…

Challenger

by STEPHANIE POWELL 1. Purple flowers You weren’t born when / the Challenger exploded / but you’ve seen / the clouds bursting / fuselage in free fall / Floridian winter / blue / headless skies 2. Floridian winter limestone tectonic…

Careful As You Go

by JANE DOWNING my pathway is a gallery trod with care over maple stained cement mimicking my grandmother’s wallpaper one leaf crimson alive around butterflies desiccating in the gravel a wing lifting on the breeze imitating life in the vault…

Bushwalks

by ANDREW HEDE wet rainforest my field of vision filled with a mass of varied green hues as my busy mind is calmed I notice a movement crimson rosellas black cockatoos shriek ebulliently through scribbly gums as I sit exhausted…

Borderland

by LAURIE KEIM Deep in sleep at the borderline between the inner world and the sightless sounds issuing in from the night- world of the real, I translate ambient aural clues into a desperate desire to be at one with…