Athene Brama
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

Athene Brama

                                Was there ever any way                                                                  This plump and comely assassin—                 Named for all knowing and unknowing—would not know how To meet all prying with a look both tender                                 And intense, both                 Peaceful and implacable, merciful and savage—sad,   Yes, but by no means sorry—                                                 Surprised but not unduly—                 Across the threshold of her forest lodge? … Continue reading

Elders
Michele Seminara / Poetry

Elders

They are a stand of bitter wisdom trees eyes revolving inwards like moons beguiling faces smiling down upon us. They don’t mention (or only in passing) the ways the world is slipping from them: the deft departure of the boyhood friend, the driver’s license routinely revoked, the inability to leave the bath without resting —shamefully—on … Continue reading

The Love Song of the Forest For the Field
Mark Tredinnick / Poetry

The Love Song of the Forest For the Field

For Anne                                            You are the dance                   I prayed for, my love, and I am the prayer     That danced you free.                                      I am the supper                   You earned, Beloved, dancing                                      All of time down to its knees. You are       The forest in my blood and the wildness                     In my woods, in my leaves. And … 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

Sun
Dimitra Harvey / Poetry

Sun

It’s dusk, and I’m listening to an old Indian devotional, the woman’s voice is a coil of plum honey. As the sun slips down the empty western sky, the tiles of houses are silvered in light. At some angles the sun is forked by newly budded branches. I’ve stared too long at its gold-lash pinwheel, … Continue reading

Poet of the Month – June
Poet of the Month / Tegan Jane Schetrumpf

Poet of the Month – June

Tegan Jane Schetrumpf lives in the small coastal town of Budgewoi, and writes poetry, essays and creative non-fiction. The writers she most admires are Sylvia Plath, Gwen Harwood, George Orwell, Jorge Luis Borges and of course, Shakespeare. The cuisines she most admires are Mediterranean and Asian, but she’ll eat anything vegetarian. Tegan was educated at … Continue reading