A Robert Dickerson Survey, Newcastle Art Gallery, 2019 Huge skies, rivers, oceans and lakes are liquid sails of aqua and ultramarine floating me past a type of humanity; tourists who …
Dilectus (Carly-Jay Metcalfe)
And so, it is weeks now. Not a year, not months; the anticipation of chemotherapy expired. Just the work of grief, the clipping of loose ends, the tucking under of …
Blood Sport (Penelope Layland)
Ruin porn Walls skinned by spalling, scalloped as vertebrae with a twist. Gyprock musty as summer sheets— 3am, again at 6. Shadows attach to ambiguous shapes through windows with no …
Bildungsroman (Jen Webb)
A history of speech I like a door that sounds decisive when you close it a child who knows precisely when to hang up the phone the historian who discourses …
Piccaninny Gorge (Brenda Saunders)
“that’s where the spirit is … that’s where the Dreaming is.” — Patrick …
How the Angels Covet Heaven (Damen O’Brien)
Perhaps we were birds once, in another life, careless with the effervescence of the air, perhaps a pinion or a plume still crowds our heavy shoulder blades, itching to erupt. …
the daughter (Stu Hatton)
She has been much-misconstrued. I heard half a rumour that belied the garden’s colours. The father’s arm had withered soon after he came out of uniform, & never again …
Gently green (Dani Netherclift)
I tried to get back to you, tending your greenery my mother complained You water like a Pom, too stingy. when I was a child fairy limbed we planted watermelons …
The flipside of the postcard (Rachael Mead)
I love the word pristine, the naïve impossibility of it, all …
29 days since (Jenny Pollak)
The valve of the heart bends forward over the bones of the hill. This is how air carves the earth to claim a place it can hold. The long face …