for some months now, i’ve been bemoaning the fact that the soul of Newtown has been killed. With the loss of venues like Horror Café, Shivava, Kippies and Worker’s Library, poetry lost its space and the poetry session suffered a...

I When I was a child, I tended to the garden for what seemed like months. From the farm, across the cattle guard, I walked down Highway 60 past the Church of Christ. Its well out back was covered with...

“To poison a nation, poison its stories. A demoralised nation tells demoralised stories to itself. Beware of the storytellers who are not fully conscious of the importance of their gifts, and who are irresponsible in the application of their art:...