Category Longer Poetry

by L.E. WARD a lamp lights                       the back of my eyes metal heats in my skin         veinspinned                          to the table I wake upon your shoulder bladeyour breath               within…

by Carl Walsh mountains hold names to themselves landscape borrowed transplanted in gardens that twist like lonely water pruned into shape hawk-eyed tombi adjusts air river flows backward caught between forces timbers cut path to near enlightenment feet long to…

by Les Wicks The tide isn’t waiting now, it never has. Sometimes that house down by the dock had hated certainties… children appeared then left for jobs in a city which made nothing except money. For the aged man resident…

by Rebecca Carr O, where is the moon? Shades of grey is my sky – she cannot be seen. The darkness has worn heavy, and my thread that connects frays. Memories of 90 Mile Beach – Scattered shells, sand; rock…

by Alleyne Hall In memoriam Les Hall, my father, senior constable On stage, aged eleven, before two world wars, then a senior country policeman – where did the years go? How did I get to this place of silence? At…

by Suzi Mezei Nestlings plummet hapless from shaken boughs; spat from the maw of the shrieking storm, they land waterlogged on deluged lawn. Cloudburst pastes grey plume to dermis and through water-smeared windows, frogmouths clump like rocks. Outside, under a…

by Mitch Browne I saw you, fellow relic, when we found each other out. Two truants lying smug in a bolthole meant for one. You were extinct, and I was in uniform; we both were out of bounds in the…

by Stephanie Powell there is a split above the stone harbour mouth From the window of our hotel room, I could use a finger To unpick it To break it open To jiggle about the wound Or leave it Enjoy…

by Gregory Piko If I was to walk down the short concrete path between the squares of neatly mown green grass toward the gate with its freshly painted steel bars glowing white in the sunshine like a neon sign; if…

by Pat Saunders kookaburras sang in far eucalypts her head leant back rang out, across the oval a nervy hand found her hip eyes closed waiting mission brown brick dusted her hair Lynx-diluted sweat filtered through vents high above her…