By Janet Baird. eager rush for gold multi-masted sailing ships groan with ghosts below London bridge collapsed one span remained defiant fierce Southern Ocean where once there were twelve apostle rockstacks standing only eight remain winter migration flukes flap, tails … Continued
By Voices of Geelong Writers. When our members’ night was cancelled because of COVID restrictions for the second month in a row, we decided to take our creativity online. We invited writers to compose a poem or micro-story of about … Continued
By Janet Baird. As I leaned over the railing watching sleek bodies surf the bow wave with casual joie de vivre, one dolphin rolled onto her side and caught my eye in a moment of deep connection between two planetary … Continued
By Guenter Sahr Love. Love! You want to know about Lourve? e-harmony claims someone finds lourve every 14 minutes. And because there must be a receiver and a giver, by my reckoning that’s an ecstatic 4.3 couples per hour. Or, … Continued
By Kerstin Lindros Solid block of humanity, shopfronts to kerb, threatens to swallow me Unstoppable stream no air between body parts but with senses sharpened the bodies part, and strangers brush against my coat softly Unobtrusive intuitive, as if steered … Continued
By Jean Pearce When Charlie came back to Rippleside after the war, he cut the floor boards at the front door, buckled, as a pack of cards left out in the sun and rain. Cut with the hand saw he … Continued
By Jo Curtain I’m looking for me. I’m twenty. Instead I find my first dead body. I try to revive him, but he’s long dead. I leave everything behind: all that confuses me, all that is funny delusions and all. … Continued
by Jo Curtain her heart was quietly failing as the light moved across the white walls her hands. she laid supine in bed seeking peace. her life no longer her own she had given over her name, her clothes, her … Continued
By Jo Curtain An angel dressed in yellow, emerges like unfolding petals. head – transparent strands of hair her mouth an upturn crack, serene lines of calmness on anaemic skin. Shoulders – yellow crochet shawl slender spindles in yellow socks … Continued
By David Bridge Pile the earth tightly around us, For in death there is no social distancing. In life we huddled your pavements, Dying, we leave not a word, Or even a name to mark our passing. We were here … Continued