“Ships or Tails” – Bronwyn Carter

1.   Town of chemists and churches colliding with your miniature horizons yesterday. Forever those stars behind stars behind stars. I come from the bush; I come with my recessed mind. I cannot think but to write, spiked by the trail home. Employing all my languages I never made it...

Bard Baitman – “Not Yet” | Domicilium

Bard’s set of existentialist musings was rich with intimacy and insight. Addressing everything from the insignificance of the human life to the proper way to give a caring hug, he had the audience captivated from the first moments he stepped on stage. Bard’s work can be found on his website,...

“Rock Pools” – Craig Teatime

As a child I searched rock pools left aside by the tide, tried to redraw picture books in real life, from the shelf I could reach up to, which divided to a full page double spread of a watercolor a child painted, better than I could draw. The escapades of...

“Joan Is My Mother’s Name” – Craig Teatime

The night of our life, And the home that could be, It’s mostly just a room, With enough beds for a group of sleazy English lads, Or the accounting department catching a weekend off, To quench that age-old ambition Of a weekend bender abroad.   Ha-ha, see – It’s less...