Poetry - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

Goulburn A muddy river flanked by gums wanders through town past rope swings hanging from high branches, rippling around

bucket list the crackle of plastic as an elephant’s trunk unfurls, accepts a sugared bag; gentle eyes and huge eyelashes smile

REMEMBER WHEN THE CRUSADES WERE THE GOOD OLD DAYS? Was there lots of raping and pillaging during the Crusades?

THE FIRST LOCKDOWN birdsong splashed mornings grass-shadowed fawns quail, rabbits and coyotes abound a...

The Cork Oak of Portugal Riding the bus down and along— Lisbon to Faro on the Algarve coast, passing through dry, hilly forests—

Ms. Know-It-All She seemed to consider herself an expert after only donating one time prior, and from the look that she gave me,

BEETHOVEN A memory within music, a ripening with vineyards overgrown, and your mind's ear in tune; alert...

The Solo PerformerThe tiny ballerina, hersummer run long over,limbs brown and withered,hanging hair disheveled,bends stiffly at the hip,shriveled hands stretchedto the tip of an extended toe,frozen in a permanent pose of thanksfor...

Lie with me in this moment sink into the book of me where all my stories wait to be told. Take out the pages

AMULET voice of Penelope 62 All the young men came in  But you were never there Standing...