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ISSUE NO. 10

May 2025

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Poetry

A Beacon of Joy

By

Denis

Denis writes from Beechworth Correctional Centre in Victoria.

Davi Moreira via Unsplash

Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,

Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.

Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,

A beacon of joy in the softest light.

Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,

Resonates within, though she's not here.

A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,

Overflowing with love, a tender grace.

In every ripple, her essence I find,

A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.

Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,

Like creeks that swell, and never forego.

Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,

Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.

Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,

A beacon of joy in the softest light.

Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,

Resonates within, though she's not here.

A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,

Overflowing with love, a tender grace.

In every ripple, her essence I find,

A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.

Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,

Like creeks that swell, and never forego.

Art From Inside

By Lanie

Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 21

1 MIN READ

You Don’t Know Your Worth

By Flame

Don't fear my love, everything’s alright. Don't fear my friends, the future looks bright.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 21

2 MIN READ

‘Love Is Blind And It Can Make You See’

By Caleb

Love’s definition cannot be just one, not one, two or more but a tonne. Love is the greatest quality of them all, a verse written by the poet Paul.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 21

1 MIN READ

Apocalypse of the Mind

By Emma-lee

I sit here watching the second-hand ticking by as it slowly keeps passing my time... And just as I thought the world can’t be changed it's an apocalypse of the mind.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 21

1 MIN READ