Opera
Poetry / Stuart Cooke

Opera

After each voyage has crumbled into ephemera                                                                                                            I return to the house and its quay; I circle the edge before skittling                                                                                                      off to the suburbs. Come to me, I cry, crass plastic and screaming sail,                                                                                                                  shining, golden city slumped and seeping tune! This evening                                                                                            my heart’s emptier than a harbour. I gulp down … Continue reading

Broome Beach Art
Poetry / Stuart Cooke

Broome Beach Art

do you know do you want to know my people? we’re the ones sitting the hairy legged gnomes sitting by the o cean paddocks sipping moisture from salty scars blee                                                 ding the in terminable drift sourcewards opens the wet eye so we can leave the bushy one c losed losen up read                   currents swells … Continue reading

PAPER WOMAN
Genevieve Osborne / Poetry

PAPER WOMAN

Selling news and scandal         jobs and dreams she sits beside and beyond the roar the ceaseless metal surge that streams in streets        morning and midday holding reams of newsprint in arms that imagined more than selling news and scandal        jobs and dreams drivers call or make a sign through windscreens are passed their pages … Continue reading

The Lake
Judith Beveridge / Poetry

The Lake

At dusk she walks to the lake. On shore a few egrets are pinpointing themselves in the mud. Swallows gather the insect lint off the velvet reed-heads and fly up through the drapery of willows. It is still hot. Those clouds look like drawn-out lengths of wool untwilled by clippers. The egrets are poised now—moons … Continue reading

The Saffron Picker
Judith Beveridge / Poetry

The Saffron Picker

                   To produce one kilogram of saffron, it                    is necessary to pick 150,000 crocuses Soon, she’ll crouch again above each crocus, feel how the scales set by fate, by misfortune, are an awesome tonnage: a weight opposing time. Soon, the sun will transpose its shadows onto the faces of her children. She knows equations: how many … Continue reading