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ISSUE NO. 13

August 2025

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Poetry

The Sun and Moon

By

Karie

Karie writes from a prison in Queensland.

Sapan Patel via Unsplash

Dear About Time,

Keep up the good work. The girls at Numinbah enjoy reading your paper.

Just thought I’d send in some words of I guess comfort to those having a hard time.

Regardless of how we are feeling, days still start and end.

Regardless of what I do, what others do,

What happens to me or what happens to them.

In a time in our lives where control is in someone else’s hands,

It is somewhat comforting to know that no matter what

There will always be a sunrise and a sunset.

In a world full of change,

Unknowns, and choices

The sun and moon

are of great comfort.

Dear About Time,

Keep up the good work. The girls at Numinbah enjoy reading your paper.

Just thought I’d send in some words of I guess comfort to those having a hard time.

Regardless of how we are feeling, days still start and end.

Regardless of what I do, what others do,

What happens to me or what happens to them.

In a time in our lives where control is in someone else’s hands,

It is somewhat comforting to know that no matter what

There will always be a sunrise and a sunset.

In a world full of change,

Unknowns, and choices

The sun and moon

are of great comfort.

‘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