A History of the Siege
Petra White / Poetry

A History of the Siege

Dark days are here. Nothing can stop them, they crowd like hair around the temples, everyone knows and now we can say, at last, it is dark. On Manus, they are walking along fine edges of themselves, under a borrowed moon, a borrowed sun. Nobody follows them, they would lead only to an end of … 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

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

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