Poetry

By Ivor Steven.   I cannot walk the continents Like the intrepid Marco Polo But my feet have felt the sands of time Pass between my toes   I have not sailed the high seas Like the courageous Christopher Columbus … Continued

by Jenny Macaulay.   melting wind summer sand and wisps of hair in her ice cream   ABOUT THE AUTHOR Jenny facilitates fiction, non-fiction, poetry and drawing groups, encouraging people to come together and share their creative skills. She recently … Continued

By Jenny Macaulay.       The squelch of her boot the left then the right the decay of seagrass that lines the shore like ropes of filthy foam from an outgoing tide.   She steps over those ridges of strangled … Continued

by Jenny Macaulay.   receding tide Port Jackson shark eggs spiral out of their depth   ABOUT THE AUTHOR Jenny facilitates fiction, non-fiction, poetry and drawing groups, encouraging people to come together and share their creative skills. She recently established … Continued

By Jo Curtain. sitting in a park, the afternoon dissolves in somnolence watery sunlight over still open water bordered by long, pointy, pith-less reeds. their heavy feet rooted in a Giacometti swamp. listen. listen. we all compete with the wind, … Continued

By Janet Baird. a. Ticking Time Bomb In Rabaul broad pink beetle-nut smiles adorn the faces of the fuzzy wuzzies; unhurried, barefoot, brightly adorned they seem unconcerned by 14 active volcanoes. From its eyrie high on Mt Tovanumbatir the seismograph … Continued

By Janet Baird. As I leaned over the railing watching sleek bodies surf the bow wave with casual joie de vivre, one dolphin rolled onto her side and caught my eye in a moment of deep connection between two planetary … Continued