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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.…

Vanessa Proctor

morning light a wash of seaweed tangled along the shoreline a pair of child’s goggles reflecting the sky hailstones turning the garden white among the shattered pots my children marvel at the ice in their warm hands akatombo song takes…

Sundays with you

by Rachel Skellett Sundays with you, where our roots start to grow, we wander in awe, as we venture, investigate and reflect on the place we now call home. The artistry of the season they call Kambarang radiating into view, golden-orange, honeyed…

Tuyet Van Do

flares zooming brighten the sky bodies of women and children flying through the air Gaza, Middle East collecting eggs in the coop another chicken on the ground lifeless

Pat Saunders

damp crumpled body in a dark dry corner – as rats rustle bolts driven shut carriage rolling

J F Garrow

J F Garrow was born and raised in England, taking degrees in Philosophy and Literature. Garrow now lives in Gippsland with partner and children, and teaches Ethics and Civics. His practice plays with the boundaries between prose and verse and, in…

Samantha Sirimanne Hyde

after the bomb I stumble through rubble — this tunnel vision shows someone stealing a dead man’s wallet Colombo, Sri Lanka, 1987 grandma’s shrine I sort blooms on trays learning the brief nature of all things’ existence Ratnapura, Sri Lanka,…

Helen Genoni-Farnham

Helen Genoni-Farnham grew up on a farm in Gippsland. She has travelled widely, over many years, but has now returned to the area. She is now happily living in Warragul, with her own garden and her own washing-machine. She hardly…