A bird laughs in a bush and shadows lag and dawdle round the spot where men will come to pay their tribute...
Below are two poems from a verse novella, work in progress by Anne Collins, with the working title “Water Narrative”. It was...
I met a man in Hobart Town Who danced for me, He jumped so high. Funny clothes and long black hair, He...
Crazy Café Do you remember the Crazy Café Night curtained by the crystal mist I breathed the poetry from your lips and...
A night poem And when the warm eucalyptus of twilight fades Into the crusade of night You will find me Agonising over...
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Evidence between the mall and the restaurant strip where for a block or two the houses fall back then disappear like lucky...
Are the rats on the sinking Ship of State beginning to gnaw each other’s entrails? Hag hears all sorts of terrible rumours...
An afternoon of Poetry, Philosophy & Music To celebrate the launch of Waiting for the Owl and The Mozi by Ian Johnston...