Category Longer Poetry

by Kris Hemensley 1. 30 Aug 24 (14.20 or mid afternoon — wind the belter predicted — at Degani’s swallow complimentary water in a single gulp – like Morse “a proper drink” he says “it helps me to think” (fear…

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…

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…

by J F GARROW They are all walking past this ute parked up outside the farm and noticing a dead lamb alone on the tray of the ute as they walk past. They mostly keep on walking past the ute…

by DIJANNE CEVAAL There is a building a two sided brick structure with a roof. There are benches a slatted arrangement bolted to the walls. There is an eating facility a wooden trestle table with bench seats. There are lights movement…

by Agi Dobson Golden elms, poplars Oaks 100 plus years old whose vast lower branches reach horizontally as wide as the tree is tall all their leaves bright – orange, brown, red, yellow against a brittle-blue sky like wading through…

by Nicoletta Glod Blues clouds are passing slow Eyes black frames Doors of spells Soul moving shapes Pigtails of hope Rained on the down path The sky castle Lift soul stones Twisted twigs and rain Can’t stop The tempest flight…

by Yvette Stubbs I get up, fall down Breathe deeply, hold on Pretend I’m on the deck of a boat Heaving in a storm drenched sea I walk tall and short Side to side, stagger, sway Rise with the upward…

by Yvette Stubbs Dusty ant hills of once vibrant oil paint His easel, a padded chair His last painting a man on a ski slope, that barely changed that year This painting will always be his canvased unfinished symphony Two…