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Now that the bushfire winds are here, the cicadas are beginning to chirp, and our cricketers are on the verge of reclaiming number o...

After the Phone Call my husband crouches in the bathtub, arms around his chest, knees drawn up, folded so small I could fit in t...

" Ut pictura poesis " The turntable taps as it hisses, one for the spirit of dead music, over and over again like a ...

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December In the dirt cellar panes of glass show light in Milk-Of-Magnesia. A steamer trunk like a sarc...

APPLESAUCE On the seventh day there really was no rest. It was the serpent who approached God with an apple, crus...

Kinship Once love has been established there is always someone else who ignites anxiety. Not the, are-you- having- an –affair so...

Blue Absinthe The waitress told me they were having a special for today on it. The cynic in me assumed that either no one was ...

You Noticed Sometimes I just disappear into the patterns of the tablecloth and wallpaper and at other ti...

Littlefox Press warmly invites you to the launch of Ray Liversidge’s new poetry collection no suspicious circumstances: portraits of po...

THE WORLD LAST NIGHT by MTC Cronin Poetry | ISBN: 978 0 7022 4951 8 | November 2012 | B Paperback | 200pp | RRP $24.95 From one of...

RENTAL PROPERTY An old apartment, In someone or other’s mews: Years of cooked vegetables Linger in ...

The Farmhouse The wheelchair leaned Into the finials Of the porch, Apparently left behind Like the vacancy In the win...

Hello Good People Us folks at TOE Magazine are excited to announce a little thing we're calling the Fifty-Two Sundays Project . ...

Six Poets Six poets drinking wine in Jimmy Watson’s discuss poetics submission strategies other poets’ latest ...

Gleanings Mayhem in Hanoi’s old streets in Vientiane a confusion of voices next door. Wall hangings in the market...

VISIT Elevators rise like bubbles in a wine glass and the blue-grey linoleum floors shine like water. He’s attached to a drip tha...

Bear Hill Evening, he’s alone atop Bear Hill, no longer ‘Bear’: no barbered beard, no buzzcut. Moonl...

Last week I signed the on-line petition calling on Alan Jones' advertisers to account for their continued support of one of the ...

Call for Poems for an English / Chinese parallel text anthology of Australian and New Zealand Poetry for Children and Young Adults A...