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 Lest we Forget Our friends ......

Archibald’s Fountain After the washout, we were so wet it was stupid. We didn’t even get an overture before dawdling out into t...

gatefold sleeves the oarsmen shout and the crash of waves echo in their mouths through so much black the moon drops closer for...

MIRAGE Dionysus (is) the Master of Illusions, who could make a vine grow out of a ship’s plank, and in general enable his votari...

Finally the leaves are turning and the flood waters are gurgling down the Darling river from Queensland, left into the Macquarie a...

T he Carnival at Perugia is a rather dull affair. The Bishop will only condone so much competition for his whores, and the local childre...

It is not often I will agree with Louise Adler, that paean of the juste milieu in Australian publishing, and even less seldom will I public...

Pas a Deaux It is going to rain, which is all right as it’s the end of the day and I had planned on spending the night reading Rac...

Calling all poets! Get it out there with Get Reading!’s postcard poetry promotion. The 2010 Get Reading! campaign is taking poe...

With all the talk in New South Wales of trying to resuscitate the rail infrastructure, especially now the drought appears to have broken and...

FROM THIS BROKEN HILL Meuse Press has released an e-anthology titled “From This Broken Hill” – an unique combination of writing from s...

After John Tranter, on Painting the Whole Sky There is something to the art of painting that makes talking about it holding we...

A friend of Master Cano’s, a bishop, had died and left the old man a trunk full of manuscripts, although it would seem the manner of the...