Such a little room line by line to keep my honeyeaters in Walls held by feather and spit If I feed them enough I will be reborn able to hold …
Concourse for the Borroloola mob (Phillip Gijindarraji Hall)
In my troopie dodging dogs, ditches and broken bikes I’m at a camp of concrete blocks, crushed soft drink cans and verandas strewn with mattresses: here each building’s bound …
two horse race (Ashley Capes)
whenever I catch a glimpse of them warming up for another round of backchat I feel all the politics run out of me i n cartoon speech bubbles filled with …
servant elitism2 (Lachlan Brown)
coal seems to be an economic formality but it’s just another charred paradigm the pogram gift figit fight if it bleeds we can (yes) sell it as china tries to …
More Views than Umm Like Everybody (Les Wicks)
Beer Shit has a Facebook page, 877 fans (hits the) as in followers/aficionados say oscillating fans are necessary Bud mud, the brown drown that some find exhilarating. LOL. Add it …
hey smooth cowgirl (Elizabeth Allen)
for Jess I understand your independent grandeur my lonesome friend so drink a whiskey river of cloudless beauty wander in love dust see the rugged moon & ride me raw …
Thy poetry and thy pathos—all so strange! (PS Cottier)
The found poem hates the way the egregious disruptions of fashion have shaped his hideous form; a misshapen picaresque, he lurches. He is angry as blackbirds in a pie croaking …
ThE IncreDible ChariSma SuckiNg MOnster (Mark William Jackson)
the incredible charisma sucking monster wrapped its plastic lips around a cock in the hen house lending its life against future …
Monsoonal light of our childhood (Rico Craig)
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, …