supporting local Artists
supporting local Artists
by HELEN ROSEMARY WOOD Invaders came from many places to claim this jewelled land; Greeks, Romans, Muslim Byzantine forces, Norman French, Vikings and Spanish kings, all cast their sights on Sicilian soil. Dark, rich and fertile from Etna’s bounty, red…
by MARK MILLER 1. This morning the mistcomes apart before me,like fabric, like ashes ––revealing at low tidesea-wrack and bottle-caps,necklaces of purple sea-grapes,bluebottles and ribboned weed,and like part of an oldbicycle tyre twisteda bludgeoned eel,its hooked mouthhauled into a snarl…
by CORAL CARTER I wasn’t there when a dried seed head traced a circle in sand when a hanging branch in the wind brushed small stones together and made a wall when out on the lake a smear of water…
by ROSS JACKSON redeemed from his office like a debenture note Bernard mooches on the bateau burden of sun weight impresses him to his steamer chair and despite the Parisian clamour there his thoughts expand from current files to the…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…