Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had …
NOT A REVIEW: Tricia Dearborn’s Autobiochemistry (Benjamin Dodds)
I have been a fan of Tricia Dearborn’s poetry for a decade. My initial encounter with her work was in an anthology chapbook published for National Science Week in 2010. …
TO NOT BE SILENCED: an interview with Sarah St Vincent Welch
Some writers like to blow their own trumpet as loud as possible and as often as possible, usually assisted by the electronic megaphone that is social media. Then there are …
Seeking (Brooke Scobie)
(Edited by Brenda Saunders) Here baby girl have this this big important thing this unmeasurable by time life swallowing warmed by the ancient sun Thing This hidden by lightness of …
World Tree (Andrew Sutherland)
The day I tested positive, I walked from the clinic at the quay to my old university. And, I am sorry to admit, as I walked through the city — a …
Box kite (Vanessa Page)
An ending: the night falling, softly indigo over Clontarf Beach. Human activity roughed in, abstract: inside the rim of winter — the two of us moving slowly, and further distant …
Dr. Flesh (Elizabeth Kirschner)
Edited by Alise Blayney & Michele Seminara People are harder than birds. They squawk more and it is an unlovely sound, like a sawed-in-half snore. The light in the asylum …
ringtail, in memoriam
(Rae White)
5 ∇ on route to work, i see you: pelt shadowed & swollen with rain, your eyes quarter-closed. next day you sleep in shrubbery, footpath streaked with ants as they …
The Silence Between One Person and the Next: Richard James Allen’s The Short Story of You and I (Tony Messenger)
Review by Tony Messenger Edited by Robyn Cadwallader In 2016, UWA Publishing launched their new poetry list ‘in response to the reductions in poetry publishing nationally’, and in the three …
Rebirth (Patrick Sylvain)
For Grandpa F.P. I am dancing with faltering steps in a consuming Land of spiked honey. My flight to the carousel Of possibilities brought tears to my grandfather’s Angry eyes. …