I can’t help thinking: Is this my birthright?
a seabird’s call that drifts above the ocean like the bridal stars upon a sea of glass.
I’m thinking of you, by Mark Mordue
Nearing sunset, the young echidna
performs an unusual act: it climbs
The kettle would go on, the phone would ring too loudly,
echoing over the still surface of the black river.
Houbara by Michelle Cahill
New poetry from Jakob Ziguras
Even crocheted jocks
Easter poetry from Virgil Suarez
Minjerriba was a giant in the sun
His green back coated with cyprus and gum.