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I Overshare
Elli Johnson
I overshare at a table set for the world
Don’t pity me or worry for my safety
I know who I am.
I stand witness to the joy and pain
at this bring and share feast.
My spatchcock heart
tenderised by design.
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cherry tree
Lily Roberts
“we’re going to be pretty safe,”
I heard him say.
the tree had its arms up
like a person seized in worship
sweet bark skin loaded with blossom
and lorikeets, shrieking
that old cherry tree
hugging the shed around its bang-bang [...]
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Counter meals
Stephanie Powell
Down the local, how beautiful the fellas
are on a Friday night, all strong and handsome
and straight backed and big handed with beer-
full mouths, rolling pool cues against skin in a
movement like slow leisure, like a day at the races,
like drinking before midday with the sun on your face.
More bankrupt with each pint-
fattened hour, sway like new shoots in soft soil. [...]
Field Notes
Gisele Parnall
In some pocket of travelling
clothes, a rolled up
fiver paves the way
for homeward bound
I will remember the
way my feet burnt
on the steps down to
the sea and how you
fit snug in the placid
corners of the pool [...]
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for a Drive
Mia Autumn
Bent coat and backseated. ‘the nice way home’.
We talk in thrums; what to cook, what to watch
what to pick up from the corner shop, headphones come off
on the nice way home. My mother’s stale humour tickles
without itch. [...]
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Big Bottles, Big Rivers
Polina Cosgrave
I’m going to drink from big bottles
and swim in big rivers.
I’m going to honour the ruins
and talk to the graves.
I’m coming home, mother,
will you make my bed? [...]