Xenos

Xenos by Ella Stathis of Campsie, NSW Your poems make me feel like a refugee cut off from my homeland by some nondescript disaster.   The start of some new war, perhaps? The ending of another?   I wonder if it matters – either way, the way is shut.  Now I must raise my children […]

Personal Best

Personal Best by Fran Graham of Pinjarra, WA She sabcos the floor with the babies on it sitting amongst the saucepan lids and cake tins. She moves them round as if sweeping them up they love the ride and the ruckus as she slides them across the floor until a wet patch puts the brakes […]

Cerebral Cage

Cerebral Cage by Emily Coleman of Kingscliff, NSW For her, home was A syruped thickly of honey And that newlywedded sunhumming glow.   The soju that sat oodled in pools in rings in spoken Atop the verot-black, back verot black bench, Their percussion of food and drink In drunken love with the sound of each […]

Lockdown

Lockdown by Peter Matthews of Northcote, Victoria It sounds as sure as the concrete echo of a  closing steel door but I’ve come willingly within these resonant walls to the warmth of the kitchen to children clattering down the stairs to this chair in a pool of light  to the sense of you near and […]

The Christmas Ritual

The Christmas Ritual by Jasmyne Marahuyo of Homebush, NSW We bought the star from the same store every family goes to. The star with its withered limbs, was almost dying. We took it home, slipped off the packaging that read:   Real Authentic Stars, mined straight from the sky!   We put on the instructional […]

Black Swans

Black Swans by Ana Davis The husk is broken, crackedwide open. The fourth wall      betweenus andDisasters are stressful, challenging, exhaustingMeanwhile, in a comfortable house on the canal,B & G play scrabble as the rain bombs.‘OMG! You’re taking this very seriously,’ texts B.‘Maybe… It’s just that I’ve never seen the canal this high’.How high […]

Dirty Red

Dirty Red by Angela Szczotko When Earth’s unrest ceasedtwenty times a thousand thousand years agoher great south land stirred, split and spread,covered herself in lava spill, lay soiled     stillbreathing deeply      listening —Then spirit warriors woke from dreaming Bundjalung,did battle on Countryand the land bled red.Red dirt still lives in russet scarsetched in […]

Tide, 2022

Tide, 2022 by Kathryn Goldie Seagulls float backwards on the currentWhimbrels hunt on the sandbar in dips left by estuary stingraysRaptors arc overhead – now an osprey, later a sea eagle.The wind tickles the casuarinas, or do the she-oaks reach for the breeze?We laugh, drinking G&Ts on the deck.Happiness muddled with finger limes, mint and […]