Suzi Mezei
Suzi Mezei now lives in Naarm, on lands traditionally owned by the Boonwurrung People, having been born in Sri Lanka. Her work is published in Australia and overseas in journals and anthologies in print and online; it has been performed…
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Jay Young
they bow their heads weighed down by raindrops as nature’s cups – roses bearing the burden if only to blush brighter dreaming of vistas whose breezes dance on my neck as seen before with sillage sensed – memories adrift at…
Andrew Hede
a scritching sound wakes me from deep sleep – a grey possum with large yellow eyes staring through the window night sky satellites track across stars filming earth below my solo retreat deprived of true solitude spring sunset – dotted…
Alone in the Bush
by Andrew Hede gentle winter breeze ~ bees flutter among blossoms of golden wattle a faint scent of nectar a soft sound of buzzing ~ I reflect on the grandeur of planet earth a hidden grove of seven scribbly gums…
The Winds
by Les Wicks My boat was an argument. Like all arguments it leaked when subjected to pressure, once dragged out of shadows was unable to endure the corrosions of the sun. It took some tacking a modicum of sweat but…
Gwen Bitti
Gwen Bitti was born in Calcutta, India. She now lives in Australia. Her haiku and tanka have been published in Australia and overseas. Her memoir, Between Two Worlds, was published by Ginninderra Press in May 2023. Gwen enjoys serving her…
Barwon Heads
by Kitty Owens The camp-ground rule is Walking Pace Only. We walk away the argument in the car. Shush, calm down, both of us. Time now for the strange labours of camping. Tightening ropes, plunging hands into ice, cradling tiny…
Wind, But Not In the Willows
by Allan Padgett So the easterly is blowing hard through the gum trees & local sky & it rips me from the sleep that is so hard to find. Transistor switched to on, News Hour from 4-5 am on the…
Agi Dobson
two thousand yearsborne on the broken columnsof Ephesus –my feet at the grand theatrein the footsteps of St Paul Ephesus Archaeological Site, Turkey in the cornerof the white-walled rooma sad ficus…bright slices of outsideplay across the slow clock Specialist’s waiting…
Y Niwl
by Peter Roberts Y Niwl means the fog in Welsh Gaelic For the Celts, my stock, the fog made all unaware of time. Today the high country in Omeo is cloaked in cloud. Smokey greys and green. No sharp lines.…