The Wake
Renée

The four of them are there behind Father Pederson.  He says good morning but they don’t say good morning or even hello.  They stare at Souvie.  They see a tall thin woman with dark short hair, shadowed eyes, pale face, wearing blue jeans, cream jersey, stylish

Horse-riding Instructions from an Old Bushie: Or How Not to Fall Off a Horse  
Munya Andrews

This is the tale of a first time rider. It took place in Kalbarri in Western Australia in the not so long ago. The instructor was an Old Bushie whose riding philosophy was simple.

the walls of Lesbos
Miriel Lenore

to build a Lesbian wall
take big rough stones

don’t cut to fit
they are themselves undressed

balance each with care
use no cement no force

large gaps remain
the strength is in the touching

and the spaces

singing the dawn

a kookaburra

detainee
Merlinda Bobis

how easily a speck of bird
shatters the evenness of skies —

she peers, stunned, from cell 22

awed that such dumb minuteness
can shake the earth

Merlinda Carullo Bobis is a contemporary Philippine Australian writer and academic. She is the author of

Kimberley Moonbeam the Fourth
Melinda Tankard Reist

Surely every young girl should be given the chance to learn to ride on a horse called Kimberley Moonbeam the Fourth. That was the name of the Welsh Mountain pony who taught me to ride, though mostly we called her Kim.
I had