When we watched movies by Tim Upperton

I want to watch one bad movie


after another, and when I�ve seen them all
I will read all the bad books, the bad, rubbishy
books with their stock characters and ridiculous
plots,


and then I will listen to Europop�
no, country music, I�ll listen to Europop and country music


and the entire back-catalogue of Celine Dion while I eat
triple cheeseburgers, grease running down my chin.


I want

On small planes by Fiona Kidman

It�s the same
again this weekend, wild weather,

rain and delays,
and a long way south, suspension

on a cloud, books
take you everywhere.



My epitaph may be
that she was a small woman

who spent her days
in small airports flying

on very small
aeroplanes to middle-sized towns.



Editor: Jennifer Compton




I was thrilled to
bits to find copies of Fiona�s

'Listening to Glenn Gould on Orton Scar' by Kathleen Jones

From Ravenstonedale
driving north on unfenced roads,
moonlight reflects the tarmac�s

frozen wake across the moor �
a snail's trail in my rear-view mirror.

Bach unwinds from the c.d.
a landscape of variations
into this zero night.

The grass is white; trees black.
The walls run off like staves.

The moon fingers each stone
separately, in unexpected harmonies
and structures, endlessly

just a point man in the ocean by Vaughan Gunson

just a point man in the ocean

holding a piece of rope



which starts at one point

on the shore, arcs out towards



the black island rocks, their skirts

of white foam billowing up



like Marilyn Monroe�s dress

long ago, or yesterday



distracted by what�s beneath

the ocean, to go down diving for



� screams
of children



bring me back, a chorusrising high with each

For John Pule by Karlo Mila

the poet told us

there was a beach
but a hurricane came
and swallowed it up



there was also a nation of people
but a New Zealand sponsored
hurricane
just as hungry
swept away people like grains of sand



with the help of
longremembered newfound family
he finds the old foundations
where hibiscus trees grow wild
with memories of his mother



using a new machete
he follows the old tracks
to a