The Commission
by PETER ROBERTS She was never fooled by his parting kiss. When he was out it was easier on her and us – the neighbours. No screeching arguments or smashing of vases and worse. Her sobbing breaking the calm of…
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Take all my money
by ALLEYNE HALL From my father’s war diary, 4 August 1917: Sergeant Leslie John Hall I feel terrible – I can’t explain! Will I see my wife and child ever again? My thoughts never leave them: their faces are always…
Sydney Road, 1964
by JO McINERNEY Noise and smell, the dip and rattle of trams on tracks set in bumpy tar. The clang of bells and swell of voices in a lingo grim-faced women did not approve. The language of the Pope but…
Sunstruck
by MARILYN HUMBERT From the porch the grey light of dawn bruises limbs heavy from restless sleep: night unable to quell yesterday’s heat. A kookaburra’s dry-throated croak echoes as the sun’s flames lick the horizon. Over the fence three thin-ribbed…
Sunrise at Corner Inlet
by AMANDA ALLAN Deep indigo, bright crimson, Gold lined auburn. Mirrored perfectly, By wet sand and sea. Mauve mountains beyond. Chill, damp salty air. Crisp. Cool dry sand engulfs my feet. Dog and I entranced, Mesmerised. Incredible. Stare, photograph. Brilliant…
Sudavik, Iceland
by GREGORY PIKO (16 January 1995, after the avalanche) searching for life under rubble under ice under darkness the team struggles in from the blizzard collapsing seeing at last the fear in the eyes of the rescue dog
Streetscape
by SUZI MEZEI The window boasts white hot constellations that jar wakeful eyes, brazen glare exposes all that’s moored to our suburban plot: the trunks of scribbly gums etched in secret arboreal script, the neighbour’s sharp-eared terriers, listless at fenced…
Strangers join a walking group in Tasmania
by ROSS JACKSON Usually solo hikers, diffident by nature, they trudge in line each one eyeing the ground on the trail ahead for the first hour or two— the only sign of individuality is in diverse patterns of their boot…
Squalls
by JEREMY GADD Here come the squalls, obscuring and hiding all behind vertical wet walls. Like shower curtains hung from low slung clouds, sensuously oscillating grey shades of spray cut silent swathes across the breadth of the bay, akin to…
South Hellsgate
by AMANDA ALLAN Climbing: Hooves thump for purchase. Nostrils flare, snorting steam. Snow covered bracken. Tree ferns droop, drip. Summit: Granite boulders capped, fluffy white. Scattered tall gums. Thick chilled cloud, Engulfing view. Stop: Slowing rhythm flanks against legs. Shiver.…