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

Oscillations
Poetry / Toby Fitch

Oscillations

Attracted to all things electrical, you passed along the way like a weird       storm then returned, waxing lyrical about your adventures: the glow-            worms that lit up the tropics like guide-lights on a runway; dinosaurs               grumbling in their graves; the plethora of cats that scattered when                  you moonlighted as a monsoon. And what about those … Continue reading

Parallels
Poetry / Toby Fitch

Parallels

The intervals between trains are shrinking,             streetlights shaking —                         one or two blink out             with every repercussion. Planes fly lower and lower,             guard dogs whimper, and                         every so often             a seismograph flutters                         as if to warn us             that the orbits are out of whack,                         that waves rake the ocean floors and the hairs on the … Continue reading

On the Slink
Poetry / Toby Fitch

On the Slink

        Bottles in gutters, alley cats on the slink                  under streetlamps that crystallise         in the corners of my eyes — shopping trolleys gliding by                   like giant legless ice skates —           this brittle night taken out of the fridge —                   it’s spring but cold still,                           still as glass.                    Sobering up, a breeze … Continue reading

Wrack
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Wrack

So why is it when I wake                                    beside this Cornish sea, my tongue Is as tired as it only gets to be, lost in deep, Prolonged and riotous discourse with thee? My sleep Has been as eloquent, it seems,                                    as the breeze that trafficked my window all night, As busy as the sea at her … Continue reading