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ISSUE NO. 7

February 2025

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Poetry

Whispers in the Wind

By

Rachel

Rachel writes from Numinbah Correctional Centre in Queensland.

'Cosmic Couple' by Tony, available to purchase from Boom Gate Gallery

I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.

One day you’re here, the next you’re gone

There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.

My whispers every night never reached you it seems

Now I only see you in my vivid dreams

Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime

We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.

My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven

While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.

By the dawn of tomorrow

A new day breaks

A world you’re no longer in

I know you’re looking down on me

I hear your whispers in the wind.....

I dedicate this poem to my king Benny… May you finally Rest In Peace.

One day you’re here, the next you’re gone

There's nothing I can say that makes the pain go away.

My whispers every night never reached you it seems

Now I only see you in my vivid dreams

Our lives both torn apart by addiction and crime

We've paid the ultimate price and ran out of time.

My whispers now carry your ashes up to heaven

While my heart’s left here to ache 24/7.

By the dawn of tomorrow

A new day breaks

A world you’re no longer in

I know you’re looking down on me

I hear your whispers in the wind.....

‘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

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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