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ISSUE NO. 9

April 2025

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Poetry

My Heart, My Soul

By

Amaka

Amaka writes from Ravenhall Correctional Centre in Victoria.

'White Mandala' by Allan, 1994, oil on canvas, Boom Gate Gallery

Her laugh rings through me

like a thousand bells.

The soft sweet way

her little head smells.

His smile so bright,

his giggle so sweet.

His precious tiny fingers,

his chubby little feet.

What filled my days before

I do not know.

I have so much love within me,

from inside my heart I glow.

A beautiful new world

has just begun

For in it, is my beautiful daughter

and my handsome son.

Her laugh rings through me

like a thousand bells.

The soft sweet way

her little head smells.

His smile so bright,

his giggle so sweet.

His precious tiny fingers,

his chubby little feet.

What filled my days before

I do not know.

I have so much love within me,

from inside my heart I glow.

A beautiful new world

has just begun

For in it, is my beautiful daughter

and my handsome son.

How to Make Bannoffee Pie in a Secure Unit

By Garth

A sweet treat using buy-up staples.

Creative

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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