A selection from the 1999 issues of paper wasp
fetching firewood
I open the door
to moonlightfast food slower in the winter chill
splashing
down the hillside
wet sunshinecathedral rock
so aptly named
we whispersummer heat
measured in the length
of the sleeping catcrack
in the bus windscreen
extending
our sunshineshadow of my hand reaches the light switch first
Janice M. Bostok
midnight thirst
drinking from cupped hands
- a moth's closed wingsyesterday's walk -
the dog's and my footprints
still in clayCatherine Mair
clouds over the moon
wind and owl's shadow
callingher card in the mail
camellia buds
just openingfountain...
so still the carp
under these liliesher nipples hardening
under the soft blouse ...
white apple blossomhearing my father's voice
in the empty halljohn knight
the humid attic
brushes an outstretched hand
a single butterflylate september rain
cutting through the lane
and the mistAlan J Summers
at the reclining
Buddha a young monk swaps
glares with a stray catone cloud
moves on the freeway
butterflieswind howls
at grain silos above
the cemeterysky explodes
as swallows return
to last year's nestscat pauses
to watch the ants
move indoorsSunday
in the city
a curlew callsjacqui murray
after the exam
the moon stil
therestarfruit clatter
on my roof all night
& there is no moonspring morning
coffees mobiles laptops
side by sideone reed gliding through the others heron
overalls
pegged to line with
budgiesthis moment only :
3 crows &
the evening starRoss Clark
the hum
of quiet emptiness
cicadaCecily Stanton
evening swim:
the arc of her body
shatters the moon
in his absence
her ankles
grow hairy
only child
playing tag
with cloud shadowsJoanna Preston
first dragonfly
rapid wingbeats create
a heat shimmerCornelis Vleeskens
in deep shade
of growing house wall --
brickie's doglanding pelican --
the bow wave starts
seagulls shriekingJohn Bird
old photos
my mum's blond hair
i never knewon the window pane
leaves tattoo
my facein the sushi bar
a fish
watches mediving
a swirl of water
spring moons multiplynight breezes cooling
his kisses
on my neckkatherine samuelowicz
from the same school
her voice and
my mother's voicehe watches himself
painting
the edge of the mirrorno secrets
but fixing the window blind
anywayTony Beyer
geckoes scurrying
under this year's fallen leaves
last year's fallen leavesclutching rough tree bark
empty shells hold the shape
of summer songJean Rasey
conventional now
are the heavenly bamboo
and the Nile lilyC. Mulrooney
cold morning
rising mist fogs
the lake's mirrorstill evening
duck paddles across the lake
reflections wrinklewhite egret
at lake's edge
standing on himselfJoy Hutton
Possum lies still
Eyes open
Ants the only signJon Swabey
last night's conversation --
pink crescent
imprinted on teacupsky funeral
in vultures' mouths
fleshRosanna L.
first glance attraction
long-hair athletic shape
shop dummyMark Power
a dead fly
resting
on its wingsJohn Ower
Brushing the dawn sky
a screech of galahs
paint their own sunriseEstelle Randall
spring morning --
the old dog lifts his leg
a little higherHF Noyes
the sharp shafts of morning
shatter the window
and cut the day openAndrew Detheridge
time share kids
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full of preservatives
and artificial colouring
wife number threeOld photo albums
strangers with my childrens' eyes
stare back at meafter the scan
the sun still shining
somewhere elseSue Wilson
dawn
on the campus lawn
rabbits black on blackgiant bamboo
children hidden
except for voicesgathering darkness
on the sandbar
gulls waitPatricia Prime
along Landscape Lane
iron roofs in lieu of
hillsBernard Gadd
ice cubes trapped
behind ivory teeth
melt into conversationshimmer of blue
among the leaves
blue wren at the kitchen tableswirl of white breath
winter shapes
waiting for the trainPym Schaare
puppy's first snow
both of us
go tumblingautumn morning ...
a trump brushes leaves
off the park benchJohn Barlow
in the space
between two heartbeats
her fleeting smilepiece by piece,
picking his phone number
out of washwoodland pond --
linking the water lilies
strands of frogspawnSue Mill
mudd circle
measured in the snow
by a dog's chainthe curve of her neck
I forgot
what I was going to sayLindsay Forbes
night ...
an open refrigerator
light burned outM. Kettner
All day
wet between the thights
from the memoryDiana Levy
kneading dough
the lines of her palms
in and out of printreading his last letter
the distant cry
of a mopokeninetieth birthday
choosing the colour
of her coffinCarla Sari
after the rain
inside a palm leaf frond
red berries floatevening brings
a tsunami
of sleepinto my cup
one last drop
of spring rainGloria B Yates
view from the cafe
FRANKLINS No Frills
and a grey skya swirl
with lemon butterflies
the golden rain treeMargaret Manson
his eyes on his feet
he begs for change
a novice still burdened with pridebeside a rain-drenched
ragged scarecrow
another bends to pick the riceLeonardo Alishan
repeatedly
two crisp fan shapes
on the windshieldSusan Stanford
the half moon
on my nail grows
smaller and smallerAngela Smith
into stillness a sparrow
between four wallsDawn Bruce
after the day's heat
cooling house timbers
creak their discomfortlemon blossom
accidentally picked
perfumes the whole roomJeanette Stace