Fiction • Issue Six Fiction • Issues
December 15, 2018
Good historical fiction draws the reader into a world from the past, bringing to life events, characters and lessons that often ring true...
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Issue Six • Issue Six Poetry • Poetry
“The road is full of perfume. Urine. Bile. Death.” These nine initial words from Jayant Kashyap’s poem ‘History’ in this issue...
Issue Six • Issue Six Poetry • Issues • Poetry
By Jayant Kashyap * The road is full of perfume. Urine. Bile. Death. People walk the road, up and down, in high boots, heads...
by Kevin Higgins You knew for a fact, they’d never allow a pair of mad eyes with a pistol near the Emperor and his wife; and...
Fiction • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
by Carol Major. Dian Wellfare is the founder of Origins, an organisation lobbying on behalf of birth mothers who relinquished babies for...
Fiction • Genres • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
by Samantha Pena Roshier ‘That’s the thing, Mary. They’ll tell you love is the most beautiful thing on earth and then they’ll...
By Reece Pye The next thing he remembers, after the bitch spat in his eye, is face planting on the footpath. There is a dull ringing in...
By Michael Aiken Beelzebub fallen to disease, absent himself willfully, to muster some inkling, some new insight born of nothing...
By Jack B. Bedell My daughter has been watching the news every night this week, anxious for word on the soccer team...
by Savannah White. ‘Hush now, Lucas.’ A flash of light shone through the cracks of timber; Mama smiles at me before the light...
Interviews • Issue Six • Issue Six Interviews • Issue Six Podcasts • Podcasts
Oscar O’Neil-Pugh speaks to Katya de Becerra....
By Larissa Dubrowsky-Ryan Ukraine 1880 When Agraphena arrived, Nina was lying on the rough hay bed, her face pale. Sweat pooled the sheet...
By Reece Pye Ever since the passing of his dearly beloved Edina, the only woman his now crippled heart had ever cared for, the days...
By Cheryl Pearson In the late 1880’s, the body of a young woman was pulled from the Seine. The pathologist at the Paris Morgue was so...
By Paul Casey stone turns to paper in her eye as she filters cycles of light into circles of paper stones her eye is a stone circle a...
by Paul Casey. 1. Just as the pillars meet a mile above the architrave A sky splinter plummets to puncture the floodplain A standing...
By Brian Jerrold Koester The deepest blue-burgundy you will ever see in stained glass, that is the colour of my love for you...
By Jane Clarke On the boat we were mostly virgins, we talked about who we were going to be – waitresses, seamstresses,...
By Sandra Renew 1933 lifelong partners charismatic lives no mention of the other in orbituary Stella was a...
By Marley Stuart If you asked Karo, he would tell you that he loved his younger sister right from the beginning. He was terrible...
Interviews • Issue Six • Issue Six Interviews
You’ve said in the past that you felt writing chose you. Where did it all begin for you and what motivated you to pursue writing? As a...
Issue Six • Issue Six Book Reviews • Reviews
by Savannah White “…Swayed by her passion, the Creator granted her wish. The star was born in human form and lived a human life. All...
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “For years she had imagined these plants belonged to the animal kingdom: hippopotamus; rhinoceros; agapanthus....
By Nuala O’Connor Frida Kahlo likes to walk in colour, but she is hard-pushed on Society Street. We wander together up...
by Cynthia D. Nelson The Darmstadt Year I read out the sign at our new base: ...
by Anne Elvey baíte tipiche typical huts formaggio cheese taleggio ...
by Jenny Blackford The lumpy wrinkled flesh of some great ancient beast a woolly mammoth or elasmothere lies mummified beside the Hume...
By Goldie Alexander. Brett is setting himself up in the middle of Station Street where anyone driving past will see him. He’s brought...
by Patrick Stack A long way off Through fog that veils all else Faint voice is heard So faint no mortal ear Can catch the pitch Save...
by Vashti Farrer It was a fella at work gave Joe the name and an address in Kings Cross. ‘Ask for Mick.’ Joe planned on...
