Recent Poetry

Norwegian Grass Rooftops

I was looking at pictures of Norwegian grass rooftops When you told me “I just want more than this.” I was staring intently at my laptop display At these hobbit cottages Pregnant with pastoral simplicity Trying not to betray distraction as You were sobbing down the line And the phone felt heavy in my hand…

Lightning in your eyes

I remember running through the paddocks in a thunderstorm, My four pairs of socks and gumboots, Your rough coat of black fur shining in the rain; Artillery blasting holes through the stratosphere. We ran and ran and ran and I’ve never felt so free. Crash-tackling into the grass, Wet paws and wetter arse. You nuzzling…


The clouds smile wide The skinks sun their backs The garden weeds rise The dog curls on my lap And I think I’m happy, even Though it’s all gone in a flash. Revolving home a thoroughfare For sometime ago friends Barely scratched tickets Potential for riches But I can’t make out the digits Vague penumbral…

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We are a couple of writers who want to encourage an alternative approach to an often elitist poetry / writing world. We believe that our mediums should be open and inclusive and try our best to avoid putting it into strict categories. If you like our stuff and/or want to get involved, please feel free to contact us.