2018, you’ve been a year of mountains, valleys, and steep learning curves. The journal has achieved some exhilarating highs — such as the birth of our new website (bless you …
Walking with Bella (Eileen Chong)
I like to go to the ends of things — …
HEART’S WORDS IN EXILE: Janet Galbraith Reviews Truth in the Cage by Mohammad Ali Maleki. Plus, a Poetic Film Based on Mohammad’s Poem ‘Brother’, Directed by Siân Darling.
Truth in the Cage, with its very title, immediately claims that what we are hearing is truth. It is a truth that has been caged, a truth that those outside …
My Nana is a Mermaid (Anna Jacobson)
Artist’s Statement This video work was inspired by old photographs I discovered of my nana and grandad when they were young. I was drawn to the photograph of my nana …
Prize Winning Poems from our Black Cockatoo Editors Brenda Saunders & Yvette Henry Holt
Verity La are proud of the achievements of all our fantastic editors. Recently, poems from two of our Black Cockatoo editors, Brenda Saunders and Yvette Henry Holt, placed as Winner & Highly …
A HABIT OF OPENNESS: an interview with Melinda Smith
Having won the 2014 Prime Minister’s Literary Award for Drag down to unlock or place an emergency call, in a way Melinda Smith needs no introduction. However, in the interests …
The Spirit of Nature 2018 Manly Art Gallery Poetry Alive Reading
What happens when poetry and art mix? Magic, that’s what! On 4 November 2018, twenty poets gathered to read their ekphrastic poems to a full and appreciative house at the …
The Motel No Vacancy (Fiona Hardy)
I moved across from the hotel when I was seven years old and my mother gave me to her parents, like a late Christmas present, just before the New Year. …
IN MEMORIAM RAMON LOYOLA 10.06.1967-12.09.2018
On 12 September, 2018, Verity La editor, poet, and our dear friend Ramon Loyola passed away suddenly from a brain aneurysm. On 30 September Verity La held a memorial gathering …
And Now, Tenderness (David Adès)
And now, tenderness, should it come, should it ever come again, unsolicited, from an unexpected quarter, should it be felt and recognised, will break over me like a wave, dissolving …