On the Cooran to Gympie Road
by JANE DOWNING I do not remember growing up in a tent on the creek bank being tied to the clothes pole until I was conditioned by the length of the rope unable to move beyond its radius even when…
by JANE DOWNING I do not remember growing up in a tent on the creek bank being tied to the clothes pole until I was conditioned by the length of the rope unable to move beyond its radius even when…
by JANE DOWNING Water arcs out from the river’s boat ramp the fire truck discharging its autumn tank Angled up, the hose shoots the water high falls: a torrent of stallions with misty manes A perfect parabola joins…
by JANE DOWNING The island rises in the wetlands an outcrop formed from felled trees not rock / looking rocky in the rippling pond (ducks landing, insects gulping the undersurface) The island rises to a peak against the skyline inviting…
Jane Downing’s poetry has appeared in journals around Australia including Meanjin, Cordite, Rabbit, Canberra Times, Bluepepper, Not Very Quiet, Social Alternatives, Otoliths, Live Encounters, and Best Australian Poems (2004 & 2015). Her collection, When Figs Fly (Close-Up Books) was published in 2019. She can be found at janedowning.wordpress.com…