“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...

“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...