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ISSUE NO. 14

September 2025

ISSUE NO. 14

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Poetry

The Struggle

By

Travis

Travis writes from a prison in VIC.

Willy Pleasance

I fall, twisting and spinning in duress

A darkness complete, vast and eternal

An emptiness felt, thick as molasses

Noises and sounds rend my mind infernal

Ghostly claws tear into vain awareness

Focus wavers, dissension internal

Strength refires the forge, breath now hath purpose

Wild oceans calm, turbulent storms now stall

Swelling forests grow, leaves green and luscious

Fresh stream giggles by, a river made small

The breeze sweet smelling, with warm soft caress

Face now relaxing, passed the painful crawl

Beating heart slows, body can now arrest

Harmony and peace, permeating all.

I fall, twisting and spinning in duress

A darkness complete, vast and eternal

An emptiness felt, thick as molasses

Noises and sounds rend my mind infernal

Ghostly claws tear into vain awareness

Focus wavers, dissension internal

Strength refires the forge, breath now hath purpose

Wild oceans calm, turbulent storms now stall

Swelling forests grow, leaves green and luscious

Fresh stream giggles by, a river made small

The breeze sweet smelling, with warm soft caress

Face now relaxing, passed the painful crawl

Beating heart slows, body can now arrest

Harmony and peace, permeating all.

Little Rhyme

By Justin

Here’s a little rhyme. As I’m chilling doing time, paying the price for my crime.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 24

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Mother

By Biannca

What did you see when you looked at me? Just a little girl, I had no voice, you kept me down without a choice. You gave heartache and pain, said I was your endless shame.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 24

2 MIN READ

One Day We Will Be Free

By Matt

They talked to us about our struggles, their words we could not hear, while being condemned and held accountable; our vision was not clear.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 24

1 MIN READ

All for One, One for All at Bandyup

By Ruth

Bandyup is a place, where we are a mixed race. It doesn’t matter where we are from, we should support each other as one.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 24

1 MIN READ