In this poem, Rebecca Lester gives you an amalgamation of three loves lost—two former partners, and herself. (Disclaimer: she has never been a tradie.)
Loss becomes a tender, beautiful moment in this poem by Chris Girven, about their last visit they had with their nana before she passed away.
How do you mend the ache in your body that screams “something should be here”? Rebecca Lester doesn’t know, so she wrote this instead.
In the first of our Summer Series, Grace Shelley reflects on Christmases past, unpacks critical hits to the psyche made from across the breakfast table and ponders the future.
Borne from the process of grief and coming to terms with the loss of a close friend, Mik visualises what his passing felt like, and sends him off with well-wishes.
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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