Byer made you feel like an old friend.
Three Poems by Jan BeattyPoetry
praying / to whatever small gods can hear
Photography by Rick RapfogelPhotography
A reminder of the power and profundity of connectedness and community.
Interview with Bianca Lynne Spriggs by Nathan PooleInterview
It’s not just about the body or the entity but also the environment…
Nine Poems by Rose McLarneyPoetry
Here is a small thing you may carry with you…
I’ll reach through this unfolding
Porky was squatting about twenty kilometres north of them, in the Watheroo National Forest.
It was a language, gone to the ages
Our story was everywhere; it could not be put out
From deep in the trees a voice says / I’m here
But how long should we wait / for a capsizing nation?
He had never been raised, never told he couldn’t do this or that. So Aunt Bernice had to take him in hand.