Poet
The Mother Workshops and Other Poems by Jeri Kroll & Shadows at the Gate by Robyn Rowland
by Lisa Gorton •
You turn on lights inside your head
and after drawing in that mist
soon decide how you must paint
Kogarah (suppress the first ‘a’ and it scans)
Named by the locals for the creek’s tall reeds
That look like an exotic dancer’s fans
When dead, was where I lived. Born to great deeds