Let there be snow
Jad El Hage / Poetry

Let there be snow

Let there be snow My beloved tucks her hair under a pillow of smiles Let there be snow My beloved sleeps in the open like a morning star Let there be snow My beloved shields the olive tree where the Master knelt to pray Let there be snow My beloved tames the wind – a … Continue reading

Valleys
Poetry / Toby Fitch

Valleys

the                           hued emerald thickets of desire to                        lace fling themselves have a cold like                       at the vigilante this one? in the air                         doves i’the ask the developed world                       shade about life & ambitions suffer                        s punishment for being a lovely per son a weak friend this is not                       all a mass high-five or even                      people fatigue mum said rest                  dream of a in … 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

Glasshouses
Poetry / Stuart Barnes

Glasshouses

for my father; and his Sucking dentures, whistling ‘A Boy Named Sue’, my father constructed cold frames, terminuses —one metre x one metre x one metre, four facets, and a crown, hinged and flat, threaded with sparkling wire—of the dark Goliath dwarfing his father’s orchard since seventy-seven. Come winter they’d clack like men across a … Continue reading

Poet of the Month – February
Stuart Barnes

Poet of the Month – February

Stuart Barnes is a Tasmanian-born, Queensland-based poet whose writing appears in a variety of publications. He is Poetry Editor of Tincture Journal and Verity La. In 2014 he co-judged the ACT Publishing Awards’ poetry category and was named Runner-up in the Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize for an Unpublished Manuscript. He blogs at http://stuartabarnes.tumblr.com/Continue reading