34-37 Degrees South: Easy reading version

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Almost Summer Dorothy Swoope Invisible seams splinter pop pop almost summer. Spotted gum camouflage flakes, then crackles to confettied earth. The ground is littered with loosened leaves, filigrees of gum blossoms, and tiny red tipped golden trumpets, from the mistletoe above. Reaching up, creamy smooth limbs show creases like new born skin. Startlingly cool to touch, they breathe the heat that has released a cacophony of cicadas, cracked casings clinging everywhere. Invisible seams splinter pop pop almost summer. 16
Letting Go Linda Mcquarrie-Bowerman I’ve reached the beach, skipped down the weathered wooden steps, and stopped eyes closed to listen to the sacred talking of the sand: it whispers, hisses, and whips my naked shins, the sting reminding me of hurtled words slapping rigid air between us. We are scattered shells along this dawn-tinged littoral: me and one old woman in her crumpled cotton spotted shirt, a faceless surfer now an elongated dot atop a white-tipped frothy plume—he bobs and dips and I’m reminded of a lover I once had his bony limbs caught fast between my knees both of us entangled in purple frayed chenille—as one silent seagull glides by wings splayed over a sinking dune, a solitary plover teetering on legs like twigs impaling me with its black and beady eyes. I twitch my shoulders stiff and smarting at the sting of the sun, my shadow dark and stretched ahead, dripping down towards the waterline. I shiver as I watch the thrashing of a lone untethered skiff whose ropes have slipped their orange mooring buoy and I sense a slow untethering of ropes invisible and tightly-knotted binding me to thoughts of you. I imagine every memory adrift on ripples: shrinking muted specks moving closer to a flat horizon as I stand and turn, my grateful shadow now behind me relieved of its responsibility to keep me company; it is extinguished as a long slim cloud, white egret stretched in flight, casts its shade. 17
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Page 16 and 17: At Bass Point Norm Fairbairn At Bas
Page 18 and 19: The Princes Highway Melanie Weckert
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Page 42 and 43: Black Holes in Green Hills Dorothy
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