bushfire wind
the sky streaked black
with cockatoos
Louise Hopewell
an echidna
with nowhere to go
blackened landscape
Ingrid Baluchi
burnt into
this timber town’s memory—
bushfire moon
Lorin Ford
lightning strike
the hills licked clean
by flames
Tom Staudt
after four years
the first lemon
Susan Austin
her alchemy
remains a secret . . .
mother’s cookbook
Jo McInerney
Echidna Tracks 