Issue 1

August 2023

KIERAN CONDELL

Cafe murmur

coffee the currency of the age

a four-dollar strong flat-white

at the crowded al fresco café

disappointed autumn light

reaching and tepid on the skin

a last legal place to ‘light up’

in a village of council permits

green shirted council rangers

-always short brown beards-

with pens, notebooks, scour

hospitality training, first shift

the young waitress in black

vine and red blossom tattoo

coils on her upper shoulder

a healthy look like the Dutch

coffee grinds’ speckle hands

can’t balance dining plates

on her scalded arm yet smiles

all darkness away from you

coffees teetering in her hands

“just don’t spill it, don’t spill it”

taking precarious steps towards

three grey haired ladies talking

winning bridge hands in a corner

art luminates from a wall

by john a community artist

over charcoal the lacquer

he sprays to fix the palette

shines a little under a globe;

famed for his arcade mural

the coffee machine in union

ticks with heat from the grill

marking the rising temperature

in this sweltering workspace

bodies negotiate passages

weaving the six-foot kitchen

goldfish in a small aquarium

an indian guy, the proprietor

red cooking burns on hands

scars of a measure of torture

folds a chicken avocado wrap

like a stationery envelope

wishes there was more profit

in this place and seeks to find

open vistas for a listless gaze

no response from the distance

the till drawer bell tings closed

Kieran is a Sydney poet who enjoys nothing more than a strong cup of tea and a cigarette.


BRIAN ADAMS

1788 The First Fleet enters what we now know as Sydney Harbour

Born in London during WW2, Brian emigrated to Australia as a young man in 1966. He enjoyed a very rewarding career as an engineer and project director. He is married to Elizabeth with whom he enjoys travelling and good food. They just returned from a great holiday in Norway and Ireland. His interests are very broad, including just recently trying to write some poetry. He likes to exploit both sides of his brain as far as possible: what’s left of it! He admires polymaths like Leonardo da Vinci and he would have liked to have been a pupil of Leonardo.





HELEN BERSTEN

Metrophobia

In my seventh decade, I still learn new facts every day

from puzzles, quizzes and crosswords.

Today I learned that ‘metrophobia’ is the fear of poetry!

But of what? The line, the words, the meter?


How many people do you know who run in terror from a poet

carrying his bomb of verse, his suicide vest of sonnets,

his AK47 packed with rhymes?


Methinks the wordsmith doth protest too much.

Iambic pentameter at 30 paces anyone?


Helen has been writing sporadically for over 60 years – mostly poetry and short stories. She has been included in the North Shore Poetry Project anthologies. She is an avid writer of letters to newspapers and enjoys solving crosswords. Professionally, she is a trained librarian and has been a volunteer reader for Radio 2RPH for nearly 20 years. She lives in Lindfield.


KARLA WHITMORE

Australia Obscurus

I

Down there, somewhere is a place that entices

the Great South Land wrapped around the pole

to balance stretches of land way north

Terra Incognita of Ptolemy’s world view

land of fancy and mystery, possibilities

guarded by distance, fortressed by waves

a challenge for old world exploration

seeking gold and spices and routes to largesse

insatiable Spain also discovery bound

explored as far as the Torres Strait


II


Redoubtable voyagers from the Netherlands

in three-masted ships carrying piquant cargo

one, the diminutive Duyfken, encountered

barren expanse of a northern cape

not a promising landscape by all accounts

fragments added down the western coast

where ships sank, vanished, consumed by death

New Holland described these barely known shores

Australia shrouded in distance and ignorance

with elusive beings sprung from earth



III


South to latitude forty degrees the seas

turn icy, a ship like a lonely seabird

sailed north up a pristine eastern coast

a wind gust ahead of the luckless French

the second Englishman put foot ashore

on the continent on the Pacific’s rim

superseding the fabled Great South Land;

danger met and overcome on a coral reef

the Endeavour rested to sail home once more

Australia, assembled from a mythic jigsaw





Karla Whitmore writes articles in the field of decorative arts for journals and online.  She enjoys writing poetry inspired by art and history as well as nature, the cosmos and reflections on life.




ERINA BOOKER

One Night Off Full

this moon

wipes its face

on slate-blue clouds

disappears completely

I search it

utterly

a glow of light

perhaps

but nothing

then a rim

appears

a sector

I see it

its seven-veiled

tease

trails of fuzzed silk

frothed to

a mantilla of lace

reveals one eye

in a crisp

upper quadrant

becomes a Cubist portrait

comprising lavish lessons of

geometricity simultaneity

and always,

the Fourth Dimension

of the dreaming omniscient

nightself…



Erina Booker is an Australian poet, based in Sydney. Her life revolves around poetry, from publishing books and contributing to journals, to recitals at public events, presentation of seminars, and judging competitions. She contributes ekphrastic poems to various galleries. She has a Bachelor of Arts (Literature and Composition), and a Postgraduate degree in Counselling. Words, and the pauses between, are her interests. Her work may be found on Amazon and Lulu Press.





GRAHAM WOOD


Love in the Time of Coronavirus


In the checkout queue, almost idly

I think of you, in the caterpillar crawl

of shopping trolleys, in this regulated pause

between the gathering and the reckoning.

I reach back wondering, imagine you

in a similar queue - masked - musing

on the order and rhythm of your life

as you enact its altered rituals.

And suddenly, in this fraught

but mundane harvesting of groceries, I hunger

for disorder again, for the newness of you,

for the temptations of undiscoveredness,

for that first fizz of just-opened love

that buoyed us on its updraft

before it all went viral.



Graham has lived in Sydney for most of his life. His poems have been published in Australian and international journals and anthologies, and on a number of poetry websites. Ginninderra Press has recently published his first full poetry collection titled Of Moments and Days, and previously published five of his poetry chapbooks (Picking Up the Sun; Frivolous; Australian Minuscule; Rattling Cutlery and Affinities).































































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