Speed Round September 1.4

i.
black, white and red flags
fill the streets with footy fizz
go pies or go saints!!

Cathy Dineen

ii.
suburban beacon
station flooded in lights, snubs
tracing paper moon

Ian Row

iii.
Trains' rhythmic cycle
Like addicts' whirring, whining
Chasin' their own tracks

Jason Rostant

iv.
Handmade chocolates
Shaped by love n' stained with sweat
A li’l piece of you

I'll feed you
but first you'll have to
open wide

Dawn Mok

v.
Will you be my friend?
Look how many friends I have!
Nerdy Facebookworm.

Chris Gill

vi.
I am in class
Looking out at the big tree
Beautiful to me

Vitee Jampoka

vii.
flower pressed pansy
bookends a moment misfired
never in question

Ian Row

Speed Round September 1.3

i.
Here, where I belong
There, where I’m located
Life in absentia

Ian Row

ii.
boundaries of prose
restrict my creative flow.
limericks are fun!

Cesca Alice

iii.
However it goes,
it goes. However, it goes!
How, ever it, goes.

Chris Gill

iv.
and so time passed on
I saw the sun reflected -
shadows on the wall

Cathy Dineen

fugly mormon
how you gonna pull for God
with a mug like that

Ian Row

Me, marionette +
You, man holding strings =
One sad, fucked up show

Jeff Patterson

Ignorant US er
believes the US way
is nature

shawjonathan

Speed Round September 1.2

i.
dear ignorant oz
the spring equinox starts spring
not bloody sept 1st

Patrick McCormick

ii.
when cold winds dash 'gainst
numbed hands and feet i feel like
roast lamb with mint sauce

Cathy Dineen

iii.
you lie
gospel according to you
i close my eyes

Ian Row

i.
mother in wheelchair
'never, ever' came today
here comes tomorrow

ii.
mother in wheelchair
let's put the blame on traction
not your brittle bones

Ian Row

Speed Round September 1.1

i.
August was so cruel
Dark places can but improve
A brighter day now.

Sutekh the Destroyer

ii.
what beats beneath this
wintry darkness and windswept
city? silent hope!

Cathy Dineen

iii.
My fingers let loose
Across a new whizz bang toy
Sent from my iPhone

Cambosis

iv.
my heart is full of
spring thoughts and poppy flowers
bring on the sunshine

Cathy Dineen

v.
Climax approaches.
Pinnacle? Cataclysm?
For sure - start again.

Chris Gill