Contributors:

Mark O'Flynn
Jo McInernry
Agnieszka Niemira
Peter Macrow
Anthony Lawrence
Quendryth Young
Leonie Bingham
Natalie Buckland

Above the cold fence
impaled on razor wire
a punctured football

Bucking the system
Designated smoking spot
Shivering in rain

After the downpour
on the path to education
a thousand worms

Nowhere else to go
on the empty tennis courts
Muslim prayers.

     Mark O'Flynn

night jasmine
I hear the smile
in his voice

new leaves
on the spreading elm...
cradlesong

high tension
a hawk motionless
above the pylons

     Jo McInernry

marxist centre
in the fridge
coca cola

in mistlight
footprints

my shadow
and i
touch

a leaf
falls
on itself

pink turning into grey
dayfarewelling sky

summer storm
through lightning
rainbow

your footsteps
      in my cells
              echo

     Agnieszka Niemira

no-TV night
walking
the moon



light rain
a leaf blows into my hand
and away

3 weeks of chemo left
it's different she says
to feel rain on her scalp

mist
mountain
mist

after rain
the footpath
shining

spring equinox - wind
and rain louder than the bell
in my book

     Peter Macrow

Slide Show

Discarded scales blow
overhead – buckets of
stars the clownfish throw.
~
Fresh squid, cold and wet
as prints of themselves, feeding
slow through an ink-jet.
~
Like the Phantom’s cave
this rock, all at sea, each eye
prosthetic with waves.
~
A gull’s head and spine,
spineless urchins, glass, these
jewels of the tideline.
~
Aquarium glass -
just an overblown version
of a diver’s mask.
~
Incrementally
deep divers rise through the bends
of dark memory.
~
A giant squid on
the surface – just it’s head, a
globe of carrion.

     Anthony Lawrence

fattening paddock
each head of steer
busy

daylight saving -
the 6 am cat bird
calls at 7

country road—
the flattened whirl
of a ringtail possum

the black
of a crow’s feather
in sunshine
my granddaughter
finds the blue

     Quendryth Young

holding hands along
the bush path -
a branch tumbles

wind gust
the mango tree catches
a plastic bag

     Leonie Bingham

first day of spring
a mosquito dances
at my window

setting sun
two butterflies disappear
into shadow

tai chi
in spring sunshine
the slow turn of her hand

     Natalie Buckland