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Poetry

Imperious

By

Belly

Belly writes from a prison in Queensland.

“How the Kangaroo Got Her Pouch” by Michael, available for purchase on Boom Gate Gallery

As I find myself in perpetual motion

I endeavor to imitate the Roo and Emu

However;

It is imperative to check my blind spots

To glance into into rear-vision mirrors as I change lores

Consideration

Consequentiality

Concernment

I yearn to spend loving time with my Mother

To reunite with my sister and brother

To introduce my kin to the new man I am

Standardise

Uniformalise

Classicise  

Looking into the future right now is a daydream

But like the A-Team

I love it when a plan comes together.

As I find myself in perpetual motion

I endeavor to imitate the Roo and Emu

However;

It is imperative to check my blind spots

To glance into into rear-vision mirrors as I change lores

Consideration

Consequentiality

Concernment

I yearn to spend loving time with my Mother

To reunite with my sister and brother

To introduce my kin to the new man I am

Standardise

Uniformalise

Classicise  

Looking into the future right now is a daydream

But like the A-Team

I love it when a plan comes together.

This
piece
was originally printed in the
August 2025
edition of About Time.

Lanie's Painting

By Lanie

A painting sent to us by Lanie.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 25

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Dan’s Drawing

By Dan

A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 25

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Self Reflection

By Sofia

Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 25

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Beyond the Steel Mesh

By Anonymous

The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 25

2 MIN READ