By Geoffrey Aitken

it is difficult
to store water
in cupped hands
that is an expectation
for many
for those without vessels
without means
i saw it in a metaphor




An emerging award-winning South Australian “New Poet” whose minimalist industrial signature sees him published both locally and internationally (AUS, UK, US, Can & Fr) Geoffrey Aitken is different enough to be older than he should be but young enough in his hometown poetry scene to appeal to readers who encourage his writing. He passionately records his observations of struggle and injustice for supporters’ intimate sharing or private contemplation but writes without aids: he does not test his poetry on caged animals, nor is he after dinner suburban congeniality.

More Writing Submissions

"Myself dressed up, whilst out socially, looking like I have no worries in the world, happy as whilst smiling into the camera whilst wearing the mask." The mask is a white half-face, with DSM labels written all over it.

The Danger of ' L A B E LS'

By Jenny Benham
A painted set of black over-ear headphones sit with a pair of round dark sunglasses in stark relief on a white surface. The background is a chaotic splash of grungy coppers and blacks, creating movement against the stillness of the props.

The Poet Breaks

By Shaine Melrose

Music Box

By Edona

Notes on home

By Rose Larsen