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ISSUE NO. 13

August 2025

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Poetry

Imperious

By

Belly

Belly writes from a prison in Queensland.

“How the Kangaroo Got Her Pouch” by Michael, available for purchase on Boom Gate Gallery

As I find myself in perpetual motion

I endeavor to imitate the Roo and Emu

However;

It is imperative to check my blind spots

To glance into into rear-vision mirrors as I change lores

Consideration

Consequentiality

Concernment

I yearn to spend loving time with my Mother

To reunite with my sister and brother

To introduce my kin to the new man I am

Standardise

Uniformalise

Classicise  

Looking into the future right now is a daydream

But like the A-Team

I love it when a plan comes together.

As I find myself in perpetual motion

I endeavor to imitate the Roo and Emu

However;

It is imperative to check my blind spots

To glance into into rear-vision mirrors as I change lores

Consideration

Consequentiality

Concernment

I yearn to spend loving time with my Mother

To reunite with my sister and brother

To introduce my kin to the new man I am

Standardise

Uniformalise

Classicise  

Looking into the future right now is a daydream

But like the A-Team

I love it when a plan comes together.

How to Make Bannoffee Pie in a Secure Unit

By Garth

A sweet treat using buy-up staples.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 20

1 MIN READ

I Am Tired

By Anthony

Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 20

I Hate You, Crystal Meth

By Mackenzie

Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 20

1 MIN READ

Twelve Years Trying to Patch Up My Soul

By Abynei

My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 20

1 MIN READ