Road
Type
Poetry

Wind shadow

Terra incognita transfers across a plain,
a wing blends the graces, tarmacs, macadam,
concrete being so concrete, the tar-sick travel.

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gas-works
Type
Poetry

Goodbye to all that

Driving over Styx Creek, appropriately laden with heavy metal,
the TAFE maintaining a cold shoulder, where transgender trainee
librarians from Kurri, meet Penny Wong’s ex-speech writer,

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fig
Type
Poetry

poem | Ann Vickery

What if Persephone remained a hard woman?
An ethics of care turned towards oneself. Love’s
harvest, the halves of intimacy in these latitudes.
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On-the-plain
Type
Poetry

Thinking with things

Our time starts now
Here under home skies I’m reflecting on your question
	‘why are there things rather than nothing’
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