Charlotte Burnett

There are no lemons here like in the cartoons.

But Old Orange Tree sits out the back, surrounded

by knee-high grass, tins – we think it’s perfect.

Vivian Lui

Her eye rolls

to the limit of the

socket. A curl kisses

the slope of her

brow.

Robert Healey

There was this light in her eyes as she said it,

‘As a kid, I remember finding out deserts are cold places.’

She was dressed by her apartment; full of a life of things.

The city was blue above mirrors below, through her windows.

Lisa Davis

A droning like miniature chainsaws

Is it the solar converter?

No, it’s bees in the maple

Sarlo

I’ve always been encouraged / DANCE! / Why? And for who? Is there anything to dance for? / I heard the magpies singing, early AM hours; it must be spring again.