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 Kellie Asmussen A different scent visited me before. This one, I learnt in Nam over two weeks of shared meals and numerous Tiger Beers. Still, I stopped and searched knowing you were near. I felt it again within a…
by Earl Livings Three kilometres of walking under trees galumphing with the wind, listening to chitter, screech, croak of noisy miners, lorikeets, magpies seeking sanctuary or revelling in the challenge of branch and air constantly twisting, walking towards a memory…
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…
by Robbie Coburn Almost burnt the pages and abandoned everything, striking a match and setting fire to the writing — that big book of your chosen suffering. you turned and left the paper as it was and stepped outside into…
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 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.…
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…
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…
by Kitty Owens Crocodiles: An ancient fear an undertow the salt to balance the sweetness of the ocean The Japanese Cemetery: A breeze in the bamboo comforts drowned Japanese divers swimming in red dirt Leaving the sea: Take the roaring…
