BACK IN YOUR HEAD by TEGAN AND SARA. Poem by PJ GROLLET.
before I left, I walked up to the boy and told him his music was divine; I was proud to have him with me.
MORNING ELVIS by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. Poem by Michael Leach
Micheal Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Florence + The Machine, and the Graceland exhibition at Bendigo Art Gallery (which concluded on 17 July 2022).
I’M STAINED by THE SUPERJESUS. Limerick by Michael Leach
Michael Leach pens a limerick about a Superjesus guitar pick.
NOW AND THEN by THE SUPERJESUS. Prose poem by Michael Leach
On a fresh midmorning, I alight my bus at the east end of Adelaide’s CBD and proceed to speed walk along cracked concrete, as The Superjesus’s track ‘Now and Then’ begins on my iPod.
PEOPLE LIVE HERE by RISE AGAINST Poem by Murray Taylor
...We weren’t ones for cliché/Unless performed ironically./Weeks drift by,/The comfort of familiar phrases,/Of gestures and faces...
NOW COMES THE NIGHT by ROB THOMAS. Story by Lucia Nardo.
Each day, another bit of independence falls away. His piano accordion, once his faithful daily companion, is silent. Dad can barely lift it.
EVERYTHING IS FREE by GILLIAN WELCH. Story by Paul B and Vin M
We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns.
HERE WITH ME by DIDO. Poem by Kate Foulds
Stella slips into half light/silently, beckoning/her twin fussing/on my chest, first, as always
CHRISTMAS by PAUL KELLY. Story by Louise Maskell.
It was still plaintive and summery. It was by another St Kilda institution. A guy I first saw play at Deakin in the early 1980s. I tracked it down to a new double album of Christmas songs.
LIGHTS by INTERPOL. Poem by Michael Leach
well-stocked op shop—/she sifts thru clothes racks/to find/an alternative/while I scan CD racks