Culture

By Anonymous (not verified) , 25 April, 2026
Three poems
We arrive home to ten or so thornbills
under the verandah working the front step,
picking between holes in the rubber mat.
I am the half-life of their lives added
together at their maximum extent,
and the CT scan dyes my history.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 7 March, 2026
Angel wings
We didn’t get to the beach often before being moved to the compound and only twice in the years that followed, until I “escaped”. The fact that I use air quotes so long after they’ve been terminated shows the power of that move and the confusion it brought.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 7 February, 2026
The Lady in the Pink Hat
I was 10 years old when I first saw The Lady in the Pink Hat. I was deemed old enough to ride my bike down to the local Hungry Jack’s, a $10 note stuffed deep in the front pocket of my Kmart jeans. Sometimes I would see if my friend Sam from down the road wanted to join, but mostly I would go alone.