Regina (Gina) Piroska
by REGINA (GINA) leaning against a rock my toes dig into the sand a deserted beach barefoot, years ago I stumbled as we danced the magpie postures on a sheep’s back in tall wheat grass the discarded red remains of…
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by REGINA (GINA) leaning against a rock my toes dig into the sand a deserted beach barefoot, years ago I stumbled as we danced the magpie postures on a sheep’s back in tall wheat grass the discarded red remains of…
by PAULINE CLEARY as autumn winds gust the dragonfly darts to ground trapped between seasons – I stand at my gate and watch youth pass, neither child nor adult slumping in doorways cast adrift in city lanes the homeless and…
by JULIE CONSTABLE forest temple old stone Buddhas gather beneath the canopy detached head smiles sprouts mossy curls Wat Umong, Thailand in the alps winter slumped snow gum ancient swirling trunk T’ang tri-colour glazed chestnut, green and cream
by WANDA AMOS gulf rainsslowly flowing south—packing their pouchesscoops of pelicansrelocate through the mistechoing from skyscrapersa coxswain’s calland the slap of oars…Yarra sunrise dark desert skiesprojecting millions of starsthe thrill of sleepingbeneaththe Southern Cross in the dust …
by RODNEY WILLIAMS Flowers on graves a tanka string in mourning for beloved women in shaded mulch violets bloom yet again… six decades before under such a green arch mum wielding her burnished spade with love for my late mother…
by Mark Clough Prompted by the 2023 Shikoku 88 Temple Pilgrimage How Delicious This Anonymity This Stranger In A Strange Land No Who … No Where … No Why to dread No Knowing the path that I now tread How Sweet It…
by SAMANTHA SIRIMANNE HYDE Travelling Back a tanka string from Colombo, Sri Lanka monsoon rain… faltering at the temple with a lotus bloom I’m back with grandma at her ancestral shrine the tuk tuk stops at our childhood gate to…
by TUYET VAN DO early March the lingering heat of summer remains in the garden cornstalks fraying uninvited Cyclone Alfred slashes the city floating in the yard lifeless worms watching waning crescent behind the drifting clouds my heart aches missing…
by Veronica Troup her mother-self dissolved O o in a shimmer of flying fish 0 – arms belly hair tendrilled o O she became o – amongst their silver fins 0o a rare shock of magic oo O welcomed back…
Drawing with pencil, brush, pen, ink and wash on paper as well as painting in acrylic on canvas and etching into perspex printmaking plates are my chosen mediums in which to work. I work directly from life onto canvas or…