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Wayne Pollard

Wayne Pollard has published three zines. He organised poetry readings for five years in West Gippsland, Victoria, as convenor of the Demented Echidnas Poetry Collective. He has also been a member of the Time to Write group, through the Baw…

Glenn McPherson

Glenn McPherson is a Sydney based poet. He has been widely published in leading journals and anthologies in Australia and internationally. In 2023, he was a finalist in the Gwen Harwood Poetry Competition and shortlisted for the South Coast Writers…

Nicoletta Glod

Nicoletta Glod is an emerging Romanian author now residing in Australia. Despite English not being her first language, she has published her debut novel, The Edge of War, now appearing on 12 websites, while balancing her engineering career. With rich…

Let the Mountains Soak Into Me

by Jan O’Loughlin a long finger of suburbia pokes into an immensity of grey-green bush all the houses are clichés fibro cottages and red brick boxes facing the road and each other squarely my new house is a different cliché…

Jan O’Loughlin

Jan O’Loughlin is a poet and teacher living on Wangal land in Sydney. She taught English in Japan from 1985 to 2010, often utilising poetry. Her haiku and tanka have appeared in many Australian and international publications. Jan enjoyed facilitating…

early morning dip

by Peter Roberts The initial shock is palpable – my feet like cowards wanting to run, yet in a minute, maybe two, they seem to meld with it and wake fully for the first time in a very long time.…

Rebecca Carr

Rebecca writes on the sovereign lands of the Wurrundjeri Woi-worrung people. She often reflects on her childhood exploring the Gippsland Lakes by boat. Connection to nature is important to her; as she volunteers at Blackburn Creeklands Advisory Commitee.

Meg McNena

Meg McNena migrated to Australia with Irish parents. The Australian, Quadrant, Antipodes and other journals have published her poetry, and seven of her plays have been staged.

I turn to glimpse through glass

by Rodney Williams 1. I turn to glimpse through glass one passing stream as a tram lurches around the bend across this bridge down at the bottom of High Street from Northcote heading south – if barely seeing the Merri…

Beneath stage lights

by Rodney Williams ‘I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be’ – T.S. Eliot, ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’ It’s not my place to invent soliloquy Outside lines in a script, I don’t improvise Beneath stage lights I’m given…