Life, cannot quell thoughts of you my brother In the Malay of childhood, you’re eight, our hands are sticky with frangipani sap. It’s rainy season; you have starfruit juice, …
The Archimedes Principle and the red cement floor (Rachael Mead)
You promised it wouldn’t happen again and this time there weren’t enough towels to deal with the physics. Fill. Overflow. The mechanics of weight and volume …
Panache and Bravado and Extraordinary Luminosity: Omar Musa’s Parang and Judy Johnson’s Stone, Scar, Air, Water
Review by Lucy Alexander It’s striking that the works of hip-hop artist and Australian Poetry Slam champion Omar Musa and prize-winning contemporary poet and novelist Judy Johnson reflect so well …
Visitors (Tony Walton)
They come for you- in old fashioned hats, from where you don’t know, to fuck you hard against every wall you’ve built up. They know how to pick all …
My own private apocalypse (Oliver Driscoll)
I start with the irises. My sister-in-law was here on the weekend and called them chrysanthemums but she did not explain why. Later I eradicate the years between 1768 and …
Change and Damage Beyond Belief: Judith Wright’s The Coral Battleground
Review by Tristan Foster Let’s talk, briefly, about fights. Humans love a fight – fighting is among the first things we do: the fight for breath, for attention, the fight …
Apocrypha (Gregory Horne)
After Bugs Bunny in Drag the first real girl I loved sat at the end of the last pew in St Lawrence’s. Next to her, her jet black mother, a …
An Impulse / Action (Robbie Coburn)
Woodstock- struck by winter a cold wind breaks up the sky. cold /makes decisions (ending) a shade of frost descended on the grasses. to the west a light beyond the …
Gathering Experience, Thought, Love and Craft: Janet Galbraith’s re-membering
Review by Robyn Cadwallader On the second page of Janet Galbraith’s first poetry collection, re-membering, there is a definition, a kind of sub-title: ‘to both remember what has been and …
Jimmy Watson’s (Nathanael O’Reilly)
Last time I saw you during the autumn of ninety-two we got drunk at Jimmy Watson’s celebrating your girlfriend’s twentieth You wore your t-shirt inside out making some kind of …