by SUZI MEZEI They dot the silica-fringe like the dowdy remnants of Halloween, the size of small fists, a shanty of abandoned carbonate shacks; evidence of interior lives. An urchin’s derelict house disintegrates, its papuled walls splinter, slide merciless into bare…
by SUZI MEZEI We marvel at the vast expanse of the black hours which begin around nine when the hilltop stretches tenebrous all the way to the ocean where a moon lights only the water, where the surface tonight is…
by SUZI MEZEI The terracotta birdfeeder blends with the garden; even in July when mud-coloured skeleton-boughs balance it on disarrayed stick-fingers that point to nowhere. In summer it sways in torrid gusts above a matching bath of stilled water dotted…
Suzi Mezei is a Sri Lankan born Australian writer in Naarm. Her work is published in Australia and overseas in anthologies and journals including Island, Best of Australian Poetry, Aniko, Cordite and Hecate. She has written for stage and podcast. She…
