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John Pfitzner - Fence Music ethereal tones, luminously pure,/ high in the cold sky of an outback night,/ the scrape of wind on corrugated iron,/ the noon throb of sun-steeped air John Pfitzner achingly connects the spirit to the land in poems borne of thought, experience and deep consideration. Find solace and hope in his words.
Gareth Roi Jones - Gunyah Healing a farm is a brutal place/ but it reinforces/ life either goes on/ / or it doesn’t Gareth Roi Jones’ quick wit touches the making and mending of relationships, turning surprisingly and lightly at each poem’s end. Read your own stories in his lines.
Rachael Mead - Sliding Down the Belly of the World Nine degrees south of the Equator,/ I’m perched on/ the full belly of the world Rachael Mead plots daily concerns of home and abroad, ranging across the globe in wild imaginative conversations with self and others. In her poems you can bask and be illuminated.
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John Pfitzner - Fence Music ethereal tones, luminously pure,/ high in the cold sky of an outback night,/ the scrape of wind on corrugated iron,/ the noon throb of sun-steeped air John Pfitzner achingly connects the spirit to the land in poems borne of thought, experience and deep consideration. Find solace and hope in his words.
Gareth Roi Jones - Gunyah Healing a farm is a brutal place/ but it reinforces/ life either goes on/ / or it doesn’t Gareth Roi Jones’ quick wit touches the making and mending of relationships, turning surprisingly and lightly at each poem’s end. Read your own stories in his lines.
Rachael Mead - Sliding Down the Belly of the World Nine degrees south of the Equator,/ I’m perched on/ the full belly of the world Rachael Mead plots daily concerns of home and abroad, ranging across the globe in wild imaginative conversations with self and others. In her poems you can bask and be illuminated.