Poet of the Month April – May
Matt Hetherington / Poet of the Month - 2016

Poet of the Month April – May

Matt Hetherington is a writer, music-maker, and moderate self-promoter living in Brisbane. He has been writing poetry for over 30 years, and has published 4 poetry collections and over 300 poems. His first all-haiku/senryu collection ‘For Instance’ was published in March 2015 by Mulla Mulla Press. He is also on the board of the Australian … Continue reading

Ho Ho Heil
Poetry

Ho Ho Heil

On the station the aging Nazi skinhead is just another baldy now, he’s finished his last minute Xmas shopping. Poking out from his festive T-shirt those swastika tattoos on his neck have paled to a gunmetal grey. Torn cotton shorts on a multicoloured rail station, it seems like all his arguments have been fought to … Continue reading

Wolf Mountain
Anne Walsh

Wolf Mountain

I die every second                  in everyday places you catch                                   the light in my throat and lemon it so I can’t speak easy                  Make it moon light on the river of my chest                  Make it sing long as morning                                    on the slow spines of trees                                                                        green as Sunday school for lovers                   oh! I die many … Continue reading

Intact
Anne Walsh / Poetry

Intact

Visible in the wild wreck I am is the empire I was                                      My ruin is the most beautiful architecture                    Wreckage has made me dervish, an astonishing ravaged split log angel In the brown of my eyes pulled up, the Spanish doubloons                     of the autumn squash yellow of debris,                                                              the shock of stained glass intact after … Continue reading

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