deserted street
the wonga pigeon calls
again and again . . .
Nathalie Buckland
street café
the sign on the wall says
I’m loved
Lynette Arden
Murrumbidgee
a trickle of brown water
past the old brewery
Vanessa Proctor
Brunswick hotel
ghost smell
of roll yr owns
Tony Beyer
carpark
the lingering aroma
of crushed gumnuts
Quendryth Young
city courtyard
my neighbour shares
the Sunday morning opera
Lynette Arden
