Fiction • Issue Three
June 17, 2017
By Judy Rigby They threw my children overboard. That’s what the doctor tells me, but I know it isn’t true. They are here with me in the...
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By Amanda Pearson Midday, Wednesday 2 February 1994. We gather. An unlikely group, our papery skins nearly transparent, eyes watery,...
By Amanda Pearson November 1914 Harold enlisted last week. He made the three-hour journey up to Adelaide by train and joined the army. I...
By Louise Hopewell Edie had only just made it along the driveway and out onto the footpath, but already her bunions were rubbing...
By Chris Childs Werribee Park, Victoria, Australia 25 June 1887 ‘Careful, Constable that might be important evidence!’ ...
Issue Three • Poetry
By Jan Price Panel l. The Inspiration London – East End; a barefoot lad slips into...
By Chris Childs I am Caroline, Madame Carole, Carrie. I wonder how history will remember me? Will anyone remember Miss...
By Bill Cotter Suffer little children to come unto me: for such is the kingdom of heaven. The sky sickens And fuses darkness,...
By Jan Price Down the arch-groan monastery road coursing these treeless bitten mountains a sharp dismissive wind snatches from the...
By Jan Price Once, when I was four you carried me home on your shoulders over a long bridge. Once, you and I sang The...
By Jan Price Each chosen child destined to live in its own desert one night will look up; the trees will be breathless and the pain...
By Wendy J. Dunn From a postcard He glares at me With an eagle stare Accusingly And handsome No doubt of that His very stance...
By Fiona Lynch When she was four, white boys asked to touch her hand, to compare; her mother slapped her face, not her place. ...
By Melinda Jane Your sea soft, melancholy blue eyes Your long, slender Celtic hands Your long, curled locked hair You, at 19 years...
By Melinda Jane How many heard your mooted screams that Sunday evening At Mrs. Mitchell’s paddock between the house and the hay...
By Melinda Jane Floor-grazing gown cinched at the waist silhouette black crepe crisp and crimped who would imagine three years on...
June 16, 2017
By Bill Cotter The storm rambles and tramps, hammering pine trees, Strafing crops and, from the tangled clouds, spilling jags Of...
Interviews • Issue Three
June 15, 2017
By Sophie Myers Sandra Gulland is the internationally celebrated author of number of historical novels, such as the Josephine B....
By Sophie Meyers What motivated you to start writing? I decided to become a writer at the age of 8. I can’t really remember why now, but...
By Senaj Alijevski What challenges and experiences inspired your novels? I love when someone tells me a story. I think this love for...
Issue Three • Reviews
Review by Joe Bosa “There is a moment, just before the dreamer stirs, when the mysteries of the world offer up their meanings. There is...
Review by Jessica Forth It is not often that a book opens is narrative with the call to action on it’s first page. It is also unusual...
Issue Three • Non-Fiction
By Janice Simpson Introduction As a nation, we have taken lessons from what occurred in the past. We have outlawed baby farming, a practice...
Issue Two • Reviews
November 21, 2016
Review by Sarah Giles “All of us must walk our own roads, but ‘tis wrong to prevent women from walking to many roads just because...
Fiction • Issue Two
September 5, 2016
By Arianne James We arrive at winter’s onset. I upon an open-aired milk truck, Lionel riding close behind. The downpour strikes...
By Kate Wann The following story is based on fact. All the quotes are directly taken from the diary of Lucy Daw 1915. Except for a...
By John Whitehall King Jayavarman’s waning virility was not surprising. The royal serpent had raised its head to strike so many...
By Vashti Farrer LETTER from: Earl Bathurst to Governor Darling. Downing Street, 17th August, 1825. Sir,...
Issue Two • Poetry
By Eloise Faichney Flaubert recognised my love, tender and whole, and it made him sad. ‘I forsee that I shall make you...
By Wendy Dunn Can poetry die When words mark meaning On a page? No Not simply mark But explode Into architecture Imaginary gardens...
