'Moth', a new poem by Debi Hamilton

Debi Hamilton
30 October 2014

Digging in the garden I found a moth
albinoed on a piece of bark by the fence.
Those were my radiation days; it was good
to lay down the spade and kneel in the soil.


'Young Male Lyrebird at the Illawarra Treetop Fly', a new poem by Judith Beveridge

Judith Beveridge
30 October 2014

He has his medley nearly ready. He has pieced together
his own fantasia, even if just from the sound of an owl
regurgitating a pellet of bat fur, a park ranger’s
jangling keys, the creak of cable stra More

'Eiskrippe, Graz', a new poem by Jo Langdon

Jo Langdon
01 October 2014

Feel it even now: such stillness
and yet – there

they are, again:

lights in blue
air, daylight


'Untitled', a new poem by Zoe Dzunko

Zoe Dzunko
24 September 2014

Does the for lease sign speak of anything
else than the failure of something; just as
the desert required the lake to dry. Each
dark window waiting to be turn More

'Dorothy Wordsworth', a new poem by Robert Adamson

Robert Adamson
24 September 2014

Wisps of smoke, lamplight on manuscripts.
Pages fanned across an oak stool.
The hearth absorbs the stain of living.


'The Puma in the Duma', a new poem by John Tranter

John Tranter
24 September 2014

In my dream I was surrounded by seraphs
wearing morning suits, looking at me
quizzically in the crowded Parliament. Then I was being chased
by a Russian mountain lion who drooled a lot


'laptopland', a new poem by Julie Chevalier

Julie Chevalier
24 September 2014

your passport is out of depth     keep a code in a quadruplicate place
drop it into a box or a cloud     to renew your password enter
answers only you know the questio More

'After a Girl Goes Missing', a new poem by Caitlin Maling

Caitlin Maling
26 August 2014

The pots are still dropped and pulled at 4 am,
but no-one fishes near seal rock for weeks, out where the shadows
of sharks and seals are interchangeable.


'you forgot your mother’s face', a new poem by Oscar Schwartz

Oscar Schwartz
26 August 2014

in the presence of a photo of
your mother, aged twenty three
her hands folded and covered in glitter
her hair long and black


'The Invigilator', a new poem by Simon Armitage

Simon Armitage
23 July 2014

A quiet night in the square,
taxis parked with their side-lights on
and engines cut, drivers
muttering under a fuzzy streetlamp.

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