34-37 Degrees South: Easy reading version

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Anaphora, to the Taste of Coastal Bloom Elizabeth Walton Blossom of almond. Pink stamen, falling to regal shorelines of sepal. The hint of heat and the bloom is undone to the calyx. So quick. In the mouth Mmmm...Amande. Mmm... Allllllmond. Drizzled in marzipan. Blossom of pear, flushed with a brushed on throat of crimson hair. Rushing stamens invite the kiss of the coast, legs of blue banded bees, compressed in Pyrus-pollen. Be quick. Perianth. Be quick. Place in the mouth and swizzle. Blossom of plum. House of man, Plum ‘The Czar’. Plum ‘Victoria’, house of woman. Spent king, white petal, old queen, white coat, take even turns in rotational symmetry. To the sea, bitter now, though dulce in summer, should kingdoms of parrots and pupae consent. Blossom of Granny Smith. Domestic malus. Frail-skin bonnets, rocking to sweet. Immerse sprigs in seaside spring-water then sip. Falls to the mouth through summer fresh meadows. No crunch but the essence is there. Blossom of almond, plum, apple and pear. Suck and then see. Prunus amygdalus, prunus dulcis. Malus, persica. Peaches in honey. Pears on crushed ice by the beach. Persian drupes, and ancient pomes. Petalled pentagons of bliss. 14
Sunset creek Kai Jensen for Chloe Spear The roadside trunks are in shadow but the sun’s still on the treetops with that orange last light glow; and here’s the surf club carpark where a few travellers and locals linger watching the sea darken the waves now jade green. Beyond the land’s shadow the sun’s still on the island, picking out the white toothpick of the lighthouse, the white cottages. It’s a calm evening, yet the sea’s busy as ever, wave crests collapsing, so it’s restful to turn to the creek, held aloof from the commotion by a thick bar of sand: a long reddish-brown pool, it reflects the haggard trunks of stunted tea-tree on the far side. Four gulls hunch on the bank, then all at once take wing above the creek mouth which is turning mauve now reflecting the chilly winter evening sky; then on slow wings they turn, glide low and settle exactly where they were. 15
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Page 7 and 8: Introduction From my window I can s
Page 9: 3. ON THE EDGE: COASTAL HISTORIES,
Page 12 and 13: Odd is he Ron Pretty Odd, is he? Us
Page 14 and 15: Pelican Ed Southorn Caribou DHC-4 i
Page 16 and 17: At Bass Point Norm Fairbairn At Bas
Page 18 and 19: The Princes Highway Melanie Weckert
Page 20 and 21: A place for coming back to Stephen
Page 23: 2. HYPER-LOCAL Image of a rockpool
Page 27 and 28: Letting Go Linda Mcquarrie-Bowerman
Page 29 and 30: Coastal Wind Col Henry A secret sho
Page 31 and 32: At the Bridge Ed Southorn We slow d
Page 33: 2. I know the kinda place that’ll
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Page 38 and 39: If… Myfanwy Hudson If you stay to
Page 40 and 41: the end of water Tim Heffernan let
Page 42 and 43: Black Holes in Green Hills Dorothy
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Page 47 and 48: NOTES ON THE POETS Image of Lifesav
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