It was a

It was a

Sydney, New Year’s Eve Feet lick the middle of the street and drips click in glee now the downpour’s done. Dashes from the terrace, with the red door, she, towards the pops and crackles of the night’s, everyone’s, splendour. She stops on the...
Catch the sky

Catch the sky

By Alex Christopher It’s nice on an afternoon To cast your gaze upwards Fly it through the air  Whirring And let it hook On the big blue blanket yonder And patience hope to catch That almost invisible weave On the big blue blanket hanging up and holding us in....
Island Hopper by Ngaire Trigg

Island Hopper by Ngaire Trigg

On the Seaside Writing Retreat to Orpheus Island in May, I prompted the crew to write about a memory relating to “island hopping”. Ngaire wrote this little ditty on her trip to Orpheus. Dr Seuss and the bump of the trip gave her rhythm to write.   Island...