one drop
from the heron’s foot
splits open the sky

- Christina Kirkpatrick

swirling loops
in her letter
her voice

- Peter Macrow

fields of stubble
the sky thick
with stars

- Rob Scott

mosquito
a stranger’s blood
on my hand

- Quendryth Young

flood debris
a doll’s limb
pale in the seaweed

- Lynette Arden

on a bare twig rain beads what light there is

- Lorin Ford

a quiet kind of love
autumn crocus

- Greg Piko

a sliver of moon
the old bluesman
breaks a string

- Ron C. Moss

shingle beach ...
trying out its third couple
a dog lost at dusk

- Rodney Williams

passing traffic
the flicker of bees
in grevillea

- Maureen Sexton

starless night—
pier lights disappear
into surf noise

- John Bird

afternoon beach
the young lovers cast
a single shadow

- Lyn Reeves

at the car park
as we say goodbye
a swirl of old papers

- Katherine Samuelowicz

no money for the busker I try not to listen

- Janice M. Bostok

scent
of old tea roses…
faraway moon

- Dawn Bruce

crematorium
early and late mourners
compare deaths

- Duncan Richardson

midday
the silence both sides of
a kookaburra’s laugh

- Jan Dobb

on the coffin lid
our faces
in the clouds

- Jeffrey Harpeng

across sun
shower light a reckless
flash of parrots

- Jacqui Murray

after the parade
the dragon head off
still smoking

- Ross Clark

Anzac Day
a baby’s cry fills
our minute’s silence

- Beverley George

old wallpaper
my daughter reaches
for the butterfly

- Graham Nunn

mangrove
a crab’s pincer wedged
in tangled roots

- Cynthia Rowe

stonefish…
the more a thing is thought about
the further it recedes

- Dhugal Lindsay

hung over—
the red eye
of the traffic light

- Matt Hetherington

barbed wire
a magpie teases out
a strand of wool

- Vanessa Proctor

five years on
and still I haven’t opened
mother’s suitcases

- John Knight

a clatter
of milking pails—
full winter moon

- David Terelinck