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Sweet Mush by Ruth Dixon I didn’t know the new bird all that well, She wore tight strides, a trilby, you could tell, That she was sound, We just hadn’t found our common ground. We tried to talk...
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November by Claire Meadows On the roof, each crack was anger, but I wanted it, to taste the fuse, bitter, and hot. Sweet with the past. Finch, can’t you see it now? Your eyes were tender More than...
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Review Josie-Anne Gray To The Lions Claire Meadows In this third collection of poetry from Claire Meadows we see the writer revisit some of the themes she explored in Gold After, a collection that had...
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Waterloo Bag Lady by Maria Garner 1 Her overweight frame tied up in an old coat blocks the doorway. She smiles a toothless smile; bids you have a nice day. Wind blows long grey hair into her clown...
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