Submission by Caroline
Two Pomeranians posed on the floor, While apps floated round them galore, One’s tongue hanging out, The other’s about, To
Two Pomeranians posed on the floor, While apps floated round them galore, One’s tongue hanging out, The other’s about, To
There once was a sculptor quite keen, Who made figures from clay, dark and lean, With arms raised up high,
Stefan’s muscles ripple like ocean waves beneath sun-kissed skin, each repetition a prayer to the iron altar. Sweat cascades down
Sarah discovered the abandoned art studio behind her grandmother’s house. Torn photographs and canvas scraps littered the floor like memories
White frosted artwork adorns a glass window, depicting a detailed bird perched on a delicate branch surrounded by leaves. The
Walking past the old drive-through, I noticed the faded purple WiFi symbol perched high above. Once promising instant connection, it
This shopfront window display encapsulates what I see in the township of Mullum. Eclectic, alternative, quirky and spiritual. Mullum is
A bright workspace overlooks lush tropical vegetation through large windows. Collections of small figurines and toys fill wooden shelves and
The afternoon sky looked deceptively calm when I stepped outside. Then I noticed the clouds—dark, twisted, moving in an odd
I sat down at the wooden table, anticipating my first real sashimi experience. The glass plate arrived, artfully arranged with
Dawn bleeds crimson across the marble sky, painting heaven’s canvas in whispered rose and violet. The mighty obelisk pierces upward
The painting presents a stylised ship that seems to sail between reality and imagination. Its hull curves like a sweeping
at least according to me, and I have excellent taste when hungry. The plate arrived looking like it had been