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ISSUE NO. 11

June 2025

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Poetry

Ode to Ashton – Now Eighteen

By

Jacqui

Jacqui writes from Brisbane Women’s Correctional Centre in Queensland.

Nuno Silva via Unsplash

My little boy has grown so strong

I can’t believe its been this long

Since he raised his tiny head

And gazed at me in the hospital bed.

I held you tight against my chest

And promised to always do my best

To give you all you’d ever need

And make sure you would succeed.

You always wanted to help mum out

Around the house or out and about

And that was merely just the start

To seeing the size of my little boy’s heart.

I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown

And even though I’ve always known

How smart and strong and extra kind

You have become heart, soul and mind.

We’ve had so many ups and downs

But you’ve always kept me on solid ground

You are so much more than a bundle of joy

You’re my giggly, gorgeous, mischievous little boy.

My little boy has grown so strong

I can’t believe its been this long

Since he raised his tiny head

And gazed at me in the hospital bed.

I held you tight against my chest

And promised to always do my best

To give you all you’d ever need

And make sure you would succeed.

You always wanted to help mum out

Around the house or out and about

And that was merely just the start

To seeing the size of my little boy’s heart.

I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown

And even though I’ve always known

How smart and strong and extra kind

You have become heart, soul and mind.

We’ve had so many ups and downs

But you’ve always kept me on solid ground

You are so much more than a bundle of joy

You’re my giggly, gorgeous, mischievous little boy.

‘Love is Rebuilding My Life’

By Phillip

There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 22

2 MIN READ

Methfairytale

By Karie

I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 22

1 MIN READ

Nostalgia

By Dennis

Nostalgia is a gentle haze, a soft and fading, golden maze, where time itself begins to blur, and memory’s touch is sweet and pure.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 22

1 MIN READ

Art From Inside

By Lanie

Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 21

1 MIN READ