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The streets of Sydney are once again being blocked off. Last year it was for the secular end of hot air in the guise of the APEC summit, thi...

Cronos He eats of their flesh, Cronos devouring his young. How he fears, as he swallows it all, flesh, blood, bone, stone alike. How he is u...

The decorative circle Last week, she told me, as she was driving, she happened to listen to a radio feature on the life and work of Hildegar...

I am afraid I will have to rant now. I was taught to respect another’s wishes, until they began to mutter words like “faith”, and “no more”,...

Rue Linnei It is a hot day, the specifics I don’t know, never having mastered the metric conversion. The heat makes everyone crazy dumb. It ...

It's been just over a year since I posted a general call-out, but I haven't forgotten my threat to start posting excerpts from my ve...

The sequel to Justin Lowe’s premier verse novel, The Great Big Show, told through the crooked eyes of Albermarle Darcy, DSO, a womanizing, c...

eve gunpowder-blue, walls shelter the bed, milk-sheets and a zippo click, as the cigarette glows. a jessica-rabbit-gown on the floorboards, ...

We're very pleased to announced that our new* pdf magazine holland1945 is open for subs, we're closing at midnight on May 31st and w...

Talk as you see it and then as the other one sees it and then as you both picture it. Strangers aching to touch each other on this wildly sp...

My email address has changed. I have enjoyed an entire 24 hours without any spam. Click on the submissions tab to update and get those insid...

The Dream of Meaning Be the girl who's her coat, the guy who's his car, the wife who's her washing machine, the man who's hi...

Hearts and Onions The alley was narrow. Two neighbors had agreed to stretch a rope, window to window. It is late. Everyone is asleep, eating...

Episodic Gratification Kill the cat. Your name is not enough. Trust your hands. Kill the cat. Make It. Don't let prayers have all the b...

as mud dries what draws you to empty spaces, where echoes cross arms and dive off rocks, never to be heard again? alone is just five letters...

The Teachings of the Buddha when the others have left a man wakes from his stupor finding himself in the middle of the kingdom of bhutan in ...

It will always have its detractors, of course, as anyone who has suddenly come into money will, and anyway, detractors are to any institutio...

DURESS Oh great poet There seems to be something you do not know Otherwise why so many laments Though artfully concealed You have made from ...

And while we are dwelling on matters north of the line (which I have and so often will, dear readers), congratulations to Sydney poet Stephe...

More from our fiscally embarrassed cousins to the north - 32 Poems is a smart little A5 poetry mag out of Texas Tech University that publish...