Poetry

LETTER TO N: THIS SUMMERBy Edward Reilly The stink of burning grass after rainfall, galahs wheelingThrough treetops along the grey river, skies overcast:Perhaps it will rain enough to put an end to the bushfiresEven though...

Poems by Ivan de Monbrison ROLLING ON jamais je n'aurais cru ta solitude complice et si vaine au fur et à mesure quela rupture devient solideon sort de chez soi les yeux limpidesla pluie remplit les...