Category Longer Poetry

by Ron Wilkins Each summer we would go there, Paula, the three small children and I and the thing we most liked to do was walk the several kilometres above the tree-line to Mount Kosciuszko, then return along the track…

by Ron Wilkins Dressed in the lightest tempura, deep fried, whole, complete, a small mouthful head and bones crunchy, flesh delicate, delicious, faintly earthy, like wild mushrooms, drawn by some imprinted memory the taste of flowers on autumn rice all…

by Allan Padgett in the paddock outside Tallygaroopna clearly borrowed its spots from a Dalmatian. Heading out of town and somewhat out of mind, a billycan boiling by the roadside – a man who 60 years ago might have been…

by Jo McInerney My father changed little through the last years, his face round and bland, his pale hair fringing a bald scalp, wisp tufted. But slowly his mind slipped away from the unfamiliar and wandered to where it had…

by Allan Padgett Gazing at the Universe in the middle hours of night, a long and deep window accessing a sizable slice of close to midnight sky. Suddenly a jolt: a massive Marri tree in full bloom, rearing. No sounds…

by Pat Saunders Our little corner of the world is what we called it. We liked to believe no one but us knew about it. Our annual pilgrimage: utes and Sandmans boards in the back polished, primed, ready to go.…

by Marilyn Humbert Capertee Valley air is still. Insects scatter as we wander sun glazed sandstone escarpments. Hazy eucalypts along the line of sight draw eyes to the summit. Boots scuff roots, scrabble pebbles. Native bees hover above a patch…

by Marilyn Humbert Roused by the taunt of gulls bag and bucket shouldered they amble to the muddy trickle disowned by the high tide. Eager toes delve for pipis in gritty-grey sand below crumbling crags where the wide-eyed horizon overflows.…

by Tanya Dawes I go after my muse my Beatrice armed with a mustard seed a library and skull I peer inside my inkwell. At it’s frozen depths I sketch evil’s icy reflection write my way through the syntax of…

by Tanya Dawes We walked in silence Round the empty school yard And back. On my third try She let me take her hand. The streets were wide Angle parking both sides Footpaths lined with elm trees Centenarian trees Once…