it’s fresh when I pass it by guts glistening in the dim headlights, a red smear of viscera across the dewy morning concrete. as
Tag: Poem
All the world’s lights went out an hour ago – Renee Farrugia
The sky will be here soon. Parts of it have arrived early, embracing the outer neighbourhoods, Where the lawns were quilted in cockatoos. There’s
Cafe – Mark Russell
Afternoon. It is almost the close of the quiet café– The boy waiting waits for the ticking of time. But the hope that
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[ ] – David Allen
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Garden of Evil – Paige Jenkins
In the lead up to the winners reveal for our 2023 writing contest, Tertangala is showing some of the work submitted by UOW talent.