I pour myself a wine from the open bottle in the ice bucket and find a seat on the outdoor lounge. To my left is a play area for the …
Poems for Thinking: Jennifer Maiden’s brookings: the noun (Ben Hession)
Review by Ben Hession Edited by Robyn Cadwallader Jennifer Maiden is an Australian poet who has been active for over fifty years, with a number of awards to her name. …
Recompense (Luke Best)
David with the Head of Goliath (Rome) — Caravaggio Fatality There’s a boy on the wall of my writing space: the all-dark 3a.m. cubicle. …
Leakage (Ian Gibbins)
Artist’s Statement ‘Under the hammer, blessed with character, a driveway absolved of tree fall, another pearly-eyed crow, a year’s worth of indecision on the compost heap…’ The text includes samples …
Waiting for Divinity (Karen Bell)
(Edited by Kathryn Hummel) ‘Are you standing in the street? What’s that background noise?’ Prof. Iris, a friend and mentor who let me keep her after undergrad, called me from …
My Suspect Friend, Anxiety (Joel Ephraims)
The Pharmacy on Hospital Hill I observe the surroundings of this place where I come to make sense. The colour opulence of the glittering cars of buyers of subsidized drugs, …
The View from Here (Alexandra O’Sullivan)
The scene is The Busker’s kitchen. He’s cooking and she’s watching him cook. He’s singing while he’s cooking, like he sings while he’s doing lots of things, like walking through …
VERITY LA POETRY PODCAST Episode 14: Disrupting the (Dis)Ableist Narrative
QPF 2019: In this episode of the Verity La Poetry Podcast, Verity La Managing Editor Michele Seminara is joined at the 2019 Queensland Poetry Festival by poet Andy Jackson and …
The Cherry Picker’s Daughter (Melissa Lucashenko)
A tribute to the late Kerry Reed-Gilbert given by Melissa Lucashenko at the launch of Aunty Kerry’s memoir, The Cherry Picker’s Daughter, at the Avid Reader Bookshop in Brisbane on …
On Leaving Iran (Rebecca Ruth Gould)
The plane ascends. Women disrobe, crossing into Turkey’s airspace. Their hair cascades like waterfalls. I lift my skirt to let my legs breathe. So much sin is compressed between my …