Winter in Darwin
by PETER ROBERTS I undertake this ritual each night post the dishes seated on the rendered balcony a rhapsody of bougainvillea below as the sun slowly deconstructs into the calm of the Arafura Sea across which…
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A drama of distance
by IAN REID Some neighbours shun some outlooks. Across the street the blinds are always shut. It’s nothing personal; she seems civil enough but likes to keep eyes closed to the trickling traffic. They are luckier here in this old…
Position, position
by IAN REID What it lacks in structural elegance, this house makes up for in its elevated posture. Most of the city and suburbs spread out flatly but here, leaning with hands on a sill, the occupants can gaze across…
Riverbeds
by STEPHANIE POWELL Your appreciation of this lake is taxonomic, silt oozing Lower Palaeozoic deposits, the generational ebbing of rock. Don’t be stupid the fish are gone and you won’t find them with your palms in the stream. The sun…
Camping
by STEPHANIE POWELL It’s a real bastard, the breeze Going into my coat Combing the pores Between fibres Fresh from the Strait – Salmon has cooled itself in this air The pines around the Caldera bend I do not see…
Small acts
by STEPHANIE POWELL You are with the sea, in the oaty craw of water. Each morning I wake to find the bed empty. The house full of splashing and dawn. Remind me to tell you, how the bus climbs the…
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by WAYNE POLLARD What is known is forgotten. That which is forgotten is re-enacted to be new. I was once. I am now. Clouds become fans blowing air across the barren decks of container ships. An orchestra naked behind a…
At the Café at Seaford by the Jetty
by WAYNE POLLARD A flat sea absorbs my thoughts, its calmness almost from another time, what is being said, it is winter, the sun shines and the sea is flat, little ripples brush sand as disjointed clouds float waiting a…
An apple rotten
by WAYNE POLLARD A soft moment drips into a transforming mind. A frog, hope for a future, croaks beside a waterway contaminated by too many greedy acts. Gum leaves rest softly on tufts of kangaroo grass awaiting a ride…
Chalk Circle
by JAYA PENELOPE there was a forest in my bed small forests on my legs cold stars blazed in my mouth in my mind dreams ran like clear water through the temple of my skull I built cairns of white stones …