nearness
by L.E. WARD a lamp lights the back of my eyes metal heats in my skin veinspinned to the table I wake upon your shoulder bladeyour breath within…
by L.E. WARD a lamp lights the back of my eyes metal heats in my skin veinspinned to the table I wake upon your shoulder bladeyour breath within…
by MIKE GREENACRE Two brothers, Charles and Andrew caught in time’s hands lifting them out of Depression years and watching them as children playing marbles down the road on the footpath and in the drains on either side of High…
Mitch Browne is a poet and bricklayer from the Blue Mountains. His work has been published in ZineWest, Quadrant, Grieve, JAMA, medmic, OfTheBook, The Sydney Morning Herald, and elsewhere. He won the ZineWest Best Poem award in 2023, and again…
by ALFREED FANDANGLE Awe stars’ verses, bored as Aurora gathering rainbows at the dawn of local time. Unsavable daylight can’t power you through the night. Like some kind of magic wand in valley, no secret Malley bull is really fowl.…
by J F Garrow In the atrium, at the entrance, of Kmart, in Warragul there are birds living, Which waiting I watch. And high up inside this atrium, which is the entrance, to Kmart in Warragul there are birds living,…