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Gerrit Bos
When not studying or working, Gerrit Bos has written creatively for over half his life. He did his undergraduate work at the University of Melbourne – graduating in 1996 with a Bachelor…
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Rachel Flynn
Rachel Flynn is an occasional poet with a list of publications ranging from cultural commentary to observations of weather and landscape. She is best known for her picture books and novels for…
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Daphne
By Rachel Flynn Helen put both hands on the blue Grafio notebook with its subtitle, made for tomorrow’s outstanding achievers. Jeff had bought it for her at the newsagent down the street…
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Ode to Darwin
By Sean O’Leary
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Sean O’Leary
Sean O’Leary is a writer from Melbourne. His fiction, non-fiction and interviews have been published in Quadrant, FourW, Page Seventeen, Bravado, Takahé, Wetink, Famous Reporter and @www.crimetime.co.uk. He has published two short…
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One in the Coven
By Samantha Byres ‘How old was she?’ ‘Twenty, twenty-one… thereabouts. She came here when she was twenty-five.’
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Sophie Masson
Born in Indonesia to French parents and brought up in Australia and France, Sophie Masson is the award-winning, internationally-published author of over 60 books, for children, young adults and adults. Her latest…
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Creatures of the Forest
By Michael Stracke Darkness surrounds you. You can’t remember how you got here, or even where ‘here’ is. A soft glow appears before you. Silver light begins to form and suddenly you…
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Transparent
By Maggie Smith The girl wonders: If she held a lantern before the woman until she went transparent enough to read through, would she see the child inside
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By Sunk Island
By Eleanor Hooker (A keen boatwoman and volunteer lifeboat helm, Eleanor wrote this poem following news of an eerie radio transmission from Saturn picked up by NASA – listen here: https://www.nasa.gov/wav/123163main_cas-skr1-112203.wav)…
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Varanasi haiku sequence
By Maeve O’Sullivan a shirtless man and I bow to each other – ashram entrance
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Hiraeth
By Nathanael O’Reilly Sunday afternoon reading Thomas overwhelmed by hiraeth remembering when we went down to the shore young and easy
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Domestic Composition
By Nathanael O’Reilly Darkened room, ceiling fan spinning, glass of Chilean red half an arm-length away, desktop logically organized,
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Dead Bug
By Tiana Clark Ok, I said it. I was twelve. I was in the backseat of a moving car. I had a crush. I was silent, except for my mouth…
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A Great Sorrow
By Michele Seminara It’s as if a storm-grey bird has come to roost inside you: gravid and plump, of shifting shape, black clacking beak, wounded accusatory eyes.
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Sunday Walk
By Michele Seminara The daughter’s ball-hands bobble from her black coat sleeves. Her hair sprouts dark roots morphing to red then cheapening to yellow. The underbelly rises ruthlessly out of her…
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Crust
By Lorne Johnson I wandered by malt whisky paddocks, where Belted Galloways whispered words of reassurance to the Earth, until I found a grassy seat between tangled honeysuckle
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Volta
By Tess Barry Sweet daybreak comes again a warming hand across the width of autumn.
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Fuschia
By Kenneth Pobo I tell few about Dun Dunt, my invisible friend. He’s fine with that, says being a secret makes him a man
