Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Poetry • Poetry
June 22, 2021
by Bethany Cody Born of the beach, a young man from Taffs Well, gateway to the valleys, an immigrant living along the flat shores of...
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Fiction • Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Fiction
by Amy Bertacco A building is only a building until it means something to someone. I was nothing until the people of Alexandria,...
by Miles Boyle-Bryant ‘A fucking woman? I ask for help, and they send a fucking woman?’ ‘Mr. Watkins, I promise you I-’ ‘I...
Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Non-Fiction • Non-Fiction
by Dilini Fredrick My grandmother on my mum’s side, Charlotte Nona (Nona is a Sinhalese word for ‘madam’ or ‘lady’), had...
by Melissa King It’s mid-morning on a temperate autumn day in 2020, during the early stages of Victoria’s first COVID-19...
by Sam Johnston My hands descend into the abyss of shredded bags and rotting food, digging around for the toy. I haven’t even...
Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Reviews • Reviews
by Angela Wauchop ‘But there is a lot Keledi does not know. You haven’t told her about the big plane that took Baba up in the...
by Peter Loveday In the afternoon we go down to the vegetable patch to dig up the cat we buried there. No matter how far down we...
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop ‘Was it the malevolence of bitch girls and the opulence ranking of their homes? The spite of...
by Jessica Roscioli There’s something about the night sky that sparks deep nostalgia within me. It’s abundant in hues of deep...
by Josh Kee Era of Plastic. When Raegan Passed new toy laws, Hasbro wanted stake. Seeking new concepts, Hasbro went to the...
June 21, 2021
by Vincent Kakkos Ein Stein surprised the absolute shit out of me. As someone who hadn’t read a novel to completion in almost a...
Interviews • Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Interviews
Interview by Vincent Kakkos Joe Reich is an author, painter and practicing ophthalmologist based here in Melbourne Australia. In 2009,...
Fiction • Issue Ten • Issue Ten Fiction
November 23, 2020
by Joshua Kepreotis I knew we had docked in Melbourne because the people around me rushed to the windows of the ship to look at our new...
Issue Ten • Issue Ten Poetry • Poetry
by Jane Frank 1. Clotho I feel her thread spinning, spooling ahead through a sea of guinea grass as I run down the hill to...
by Vasilka Pateras The rust of empire has crumbled desiccated flakes float— over once traversed lands stocked with wild tribes ...
by Vasilka Pateras Monastic caves of Kalishta, stone crevasses of solitude on bare floors a monk’s prayer in worldly denial – ...
by Srinjay Chakravarti After the emperor’s head has been chopped off, the royal executioner is paid his wages by his new masters. Till...
by Michelle Freckleton Inspired by ‘The Babies in the Bush’ by Henry Lawson ‘Please, Mumma, please. I’ll hold onto...
by Kristy Cornell For my Grandad, Geoff ‘You know,’ Ernie said to no one in particular, ‘this war is a load of bollocks.’...
by Sam Johnston The beat of the mallet echoed between the cracked lime trees. The sign still crooked, the edges chipped away, but the...
by Srinjay Chakravarti The dark river, draped like a clinging wet sari around the fleshy curves of rocks and boulders. Against an...
by Ellen Shelley The old bones of this house settled around my feet, called me home. In this far from where I grew up place, I...
by David Atkinson Her brother, she must see for herself, walking south, alone; choking, astringency, fetid grit of the street. ...
by Magdalena Ball It was over in an hour a thousand people in an hour. Who dared count the weary passengers disembarking cramped...
by Magdalena Ball He knew how to read the weather, the synoptic, the radar strong winds, showers the rain was coming. He knew a...
by Mary Chydiriotis At the port of Mytilene cinnamon filled pockets of air float past along the waterfront a café sells Bougatsa made...
Issue Ten • Issue Ten Book Reviews • Reviews
Reviewed by Michelle Freckleton Sue Smethurst is an award-winning writer/ journalist, who has worked in the media industry for over twenty...
by Reece Pye He keeps his eyes on it even though he is driving, that smooth grey crest protruding from the earth like an ancient monolith....
Review by Angela Wauchop “Even as Mary said it, guilt scalded her insides knowing that Maw had nearly died of the bleeding after the last...
