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by Mitch Browne Cast me from the Tallawalla lookout, so I can become there, and you can visit. Flowering gums hang snakeskin bunting. Parrots preach Eocene through the mist. Bowerbirds stage a blue revue as a fox tail flares then…

by Kris Hemensley like the Villon as once felt to be – am sat on Degani bench picking mini pane di casa in least sunshine that qualifies for summertime – I in his bliss – satchel notebook cane – yes…

by Peter Groves We may have scaled them, said that they are conquered, measured and accounted for but it is beneath them we live. Beneath them lies our history. Beneath them we have tried to order nature to pursue our…

by Pat Saunders Our little corner of the world is what we called it. We liked to believe no one but us knew about it. Our annual pilgrimage: utes and Sandmans boards in the back polished, primed, ready to go.…

by Ron Wilkins Dressed in the lightest tempura, deep fried, whole, complete, a small mouthful head and bones crunchy, flesh delicate, delicious, faintly earthy, like wild mushrooms, drawn by some imprinted memory the taste of flowers on autumn rice all…

by Jo McInerney My father changed little through the last years, his face round and bland, his pale hair fringing a bald scalp, wisp tufted. But slowly his mind slipped away from the unfamiliar and wandered to where it had…

by Andrew Hede Incessant cacophony of unseen insects: pulsating rhythms, syncopated percussion, staccato strumming of cicadas interrupted by footstep vibrations triggering a Mexican wave of silence. Frenetic chatter-songs of excited birds: kookaburras raucousing, lorikeets shrilling, macho mating call of a…

by Ron Wilkins Each summer we would go there, Paula, the three small children and I and the thing we most liked to do was walk the several kilometres above the tree-line to Mount Kosciuszko, then return along the track…