Amy Dunjey
The Lone Bride
A lone bride stood before the church clasping a posy of irises. Something blue. Her mother’s dress hugged her slight...
David Rawet
Under an infinite sky
Mum arranged flowers for Sunday masses. Mondays, I’d help Father Michael with fallen frangipani petals. I was five. ‘Father Michael?’...
Joel Gibson
and if I don’t see You…
The evening light crackles. It moves along the lines of my dry skin and spins gumleaf shadows. Branches dance in...
Stu Knox
Dog
Mister Diggi was a Dibby Dibby Doo. He came to town with a dog named Ding. He looked different talked...
Melanie Talbot
Delicate Little Flowers
The roses from those suddenly blank teacups? That was me. I left you the gold edging. Those daisy patterned curtains?...
Allan Wills
Photo portrait
On the doorstep the florist had left a flower arrangement with a card attached. “Dear Jean, Please accept these flowers...
Meryl Broughton
Leaves, sticks and soil
We'd never met before and never would again. It was just another intimate but strange encounter where I would do...
Alicia Bakewell
They say when it hits, think of something beautiful
Breathe in. The centre of a daisy is a thousand tiny explosions, barely visible to the naked eye. Hold it....