by Pauline Cleary Shadowy, cloudy day; sprawling trees mesh together in a canopy. I crouch amongst the sprawl of asparagus fern; sticky, invasive, conquering. On my knees, I slither into the undergrowth, seizing handfuls of weeds, ripping them from their…
by Maria Bonar Delicate, feminine adorned with sparkling sand and shell grit A flotilla of tiny shells like babies’ fingernails cling to you When the tide surges you become your own coracle float on the waves, upside down wedded to…
by Jeremy Gadd In Sydney’s Domain, where, pre-war, in nineteen-thirty-four, eighteen thousand once listened to the warnings of Egon Kisch; where, on Sundays, Webster promoted free speech and would-be politicians, proselytizers and the deranged stood and harangued gawking crowds, hecklers…
by Suzi Mezei The lithe dog is tethered to a post, where other lithe dogs with lineage are also tethered under the lemon-tinted arches of a mall, where shops and office space reach up towards sapphire sky, where humans prowl…
by Mary Salter Sheer red rock Furrowed and weathered bare Climbs out of a navy sea. Ancient volcanic rim Circles darkly on a Forever blue sky While curved shores Spread like flared skirts Hiding Her fiery centre. Tumbling down now,…
by Rob McKinnon In sweltering beds, the restless toss searching for sleep avoiding them, air conditioners and fans hum and clatter moving hot air around heated rooms. Somewhere in the searing housing estate, a lone dog howls miserably which rumbles…
by Alex Robertson Within Mt Lofty’s cooee Kaurna country (in part) Dreamings & imaginings Freeway lanes upon descent The tollgate of our environs Mind & attachment Going up or down the Ranges Geographical perspectives Interpreting the landscape To comprehend …
by Robyn Cairns The family home Sixty-six orange brick Is full of sun Bar coded through curtains Onto green floral carpet Photosynthesizing under our feet Childhood orbited One hundred Wallpapered suns My bedroom window pushed upwards Inhaling spring jasmine Smoothing…
by Rohan Buettel The tragedy of great undertakings lies in their coming to an end. Constantine XI Palaiologus fighting at the city walls in fourteen fifty-three, dying while resisting to the last. What remained of fifteen centuries of a Roman…
by Helen Genoni-Farnham He was a very old man by then, stooped, with a cane and ready smile. Said he’d found it on a railway station in Melbourne somewhere. “I’ll give it to you if you like it.” I took…
