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ISSUE NO. 9

April 2025

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Poetry

My Heart, My Soul

By

Amaka

Amaka writes from Ravenhall Correctional Centre in Victoria.

'White Mandala' by Allan, 1994, oil on canvas, Boom Gate Gallery

Her laugh rings through me

like a thousand bells.

The soft sweet way

her little head smells.

His smile so bright,

his giggle so sweet.

His precious tiny fingers,

his chubby little feet.

What filled my days before

I do not know.

I have so much love within me,

from inside my heart I glow.

A beautiful new world

has just begun

For in it, is my beautiful daughter

and my handsome son.

Her laugh rings through me

like a thousand bells.

The soft sweet way

her little head smells.

His smile so bright,

his giggle so sweet.

His precious tiny fingers,

his chubby little feet.

What filled my days before

I do not know.

I have so much love within me,

from inside my heart I glow.

A beautiful new world

has just begun

For in it, is my beautiful daughter

and my handsome son.

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