Glenn McPherson
wind-battered window – all week long a snail on the rattling pane while every train passes without you bent forward a boy and his father take off the electric guitar plate soldering-iron to the blue sky what is this the…
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Y Niwl
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.…
Wind, But Not In the Willows
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…
Barwon Heads
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…
Postcards from Broome
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…
A Place For All
by Jo Whitelaw The grass is lush on the downward face yet I’m careful where I tread, for a thousand souls rest in this place. This island’s final bed. I progress through ancient stones and feel the kiss of ocean…
Jo Whitelaw
inlaid shells and stained glass saints embracing the light – a mission bell rings above souls at rest in hallowed ground St Barnabas Chapel, Norfolk Island
Kate King
wild dogs roam city streets violence simmering within these tame walls Chiang Mai, Thailand city workers too busy to notice honey bees nose-deep in lavender gathering sweetness morning breeze sweeps butterflies this way and that orange snowflakes in summer
In the atrium at the entrance of Kmart in Warragul there are birds living
by J F Garrow In the atrium, at the entrance, of Kmart, in Warragul there are birds living, Which waiting I watch. And high up inside this atrium, which is the entrance, to Kmart in Warragul there are birds living,…
Aurora’s Boring Content
by ALFREED FANDANGLE Awe stars’ verses, bored as Aurora gathering rainbows at the dawn of local time. Unsavable daylight can’t power you through the night. Like some kind of magic wand in valley, no secret Malley bull is really fowl.…