(Edited by Laura McPhee-Browne) The man who opens the front door is naked except for the towel around his hips. He seems surprised to see her and takes a quick …
SPEAKING THE UNNAMEABLE AND UNKNOWABLE: Meera Atkinson’s The Poetics of Transgenerational Trauma
Reviewed by Amanda Hickey Edited by Robyn Cadwallader In her timely book, Meera Atkinson opens with a few unpalatable facts about our society and the world we live in. Fact …
Night Drive (Nike Sulway)
1 In early autumn we are driving home together midnight fog steaming up from some unseen fault in the world the headlights catch at a dead wallaby humped over the …
YEARNING FOR JUSTICE: an interview with Sara Dowse
Sara Dowse is a prize-winning Australian novelist and reviewer. Born in Chicago, Dowse grew up in Hollywood, the daughter of an actor mother and celebrity lawyer father. After experiencing anti-Semitism, …
VERITY LA POETRY PODCAST Episode 8: Tricia Dearborn
TRICIA DEARBORN: In this edition of the Verity La Poetry Podcast, Managing Editor Michele Seminara chats with Tricia Dearborn about the many poems of hers we’ve published over the past …
OCHRE LINES: Us Mob Writing (Kerry Reed-Gilbert, Samantha Faulkner and Lisa Fuller)
(edited by Phillip Hall) Through the looking glass by Kerry Reed Gilbert Creation surrounds me As I walk upon hallowed land Red dirt claims me The sun burns brightly on …
FREE POETRY (Janet Galbraith and Writing Through Fences)
ABOUT FREE POETRY Writing Through Fences is a group made up of writers and artists who are, or have been, detained in Australia’s immigration detention prisons, along with others who …
Antithesis (Michelle Hartman)
Antithesis I am reading Mark Strand’s poem about a man in his bedroom clipping pieces of his body away while he lays there and hums the part of me that …
The Gilded Boy (John Bartlett)
Christ, one minute I’m walking behind Akmal and the next I’m lying on the ground, stunned, covered in dust and blood. His blood. I never understood why there wasn’t a …
The running doll (Tricia Dearborn)
the doll in my dream is one of those old-fashioned plastic dolls with arms and legs that move but this doll has no arms no head as it runs, its …