Issue Eight • Issue Eight Poetry • Poetry
December 1, 2019
By Bernadette Gallagher. He talked of grey, of blue, purple and all the possible pigments that make up grey. He talked of trees, of...
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By Matthew M.C. Smith Dream on a breeze of summer eve’s tree-dappled light Do not fear the advancing shadows Let Autumn storms...
By Bernadette Gallagher For John Philip You came already formed a silken scarf blowing in the wind. To unravel would...
By Robyn Rowland whirling Dervish, Istanbul Unworn as any adolescent son, the youngest Mevlani Dervish trembling on the cusp...
By Matthew M.C. Smith for Anne We fly over girded earth trailing the rise of Apollo light thousands of feet high The...
By Marilyn Humbert west of Alice Springs the Finke River rambles roots of ancient eucalypts Namatjira paints his soul ghost...
By Dr Wendy J. Dunn Red like blood I plucked a rose Grasped its beauty close to me uncaring of its thorns Blood red red blood...
by Peter Boyle. The lost cantatas of Mozart are being performed on an island in the wide fork of a river not far from here....
by Ian C Smith. To visit their son, a bearded adult now in what feels to him a fast-forwarding of years, she drives him to the...