Issue Six • Issue Six Poetry • Poetry
December 15, 2018
By Natalie D-Napoleon First, a star must be formed; bodies colliding into hot bodies through infinite time and space...
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By Denise O’Hagan We shrugged at bomb scares at school Locked our doors, watched our bags and our steps And skirted any lone bag...
by Fiona Perry A collection of mementoes to stimulate long term memory and a sense of identity in dementia patients. Inside:...
by Jenny Blackford Coventry Cathedral had been bombed, I knew, during the last great conflagration of the world, had lost some of its roof...
By Wendy J. Dunn When we arrived Another car was there Strangers at the Lookout We gathered together And gazed at the hills...
Contributors • Issue Six
Brian Jerrold Koester is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a Best of the Net Anthology nominee. His chapbook, Bossa Nova,is published by River...
Samantha is an Australian-born writer from a Latino family. She typically writes fantasy, however, she occasionally tackles other areas of...
By Cheryl Pearson Quick to scuttle in with the cattle sick, or an ankle twisted fat on a root – the caps wring flat by...
Issue Six • Issue Six Book Reviews • Reviews
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “The murky water stretched out between her and the shore, the gap becoming further than she could leap. The...
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop. “But tonight the air was precarious. All sandstone shadow, smudgy. She thought that time was like this too, a...
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “It felt like slipping through a hidden side-door, stepping slightly outside the flow of things and into a...
Fiction • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
By Elisabeth Hanscombe The Citizen’s Welfare Service was nestled among a row of terraces on Drummond Street in Carlton. My fourth year...
By Denise Ogilvie Every time the train pulls away from Spotswood station, passing graffiti covered walls, gentrified houses and...
Fiction • Issue Six
by Nik Shone I should have brought a coat. The moment I leave the house my umbrella flies away. Reminds me of Mary Poppins just...
Kevin Higgins’s poems have been quoted in The Daily Telegraph, The Times (UK),The Independent, The Daily Mirror, and read aloud by the...
Contributors • Editorial Team • ISSUE SEVEN CONTRIBUTOR
June 21, 2018
Obsessed by Anne Boleyn and Tudor History since childhood, Wendy J. Dunn is the author of two Anne Boleyn novels: Dear Heart, How Like You...
Editorial Team
Carolyn is the Faculty’s Program Director of undergraduate and postgraduate Writing courses. This encompasses the Creative Writing and...
June 20, 2018
Marnie Reid is Backstory’s hard working Senior Editor. Ever since childhood she has loved books and reading, so after spending a few...
Issue Five • Issue Five Poetry • Poetry
June 8, 2018
By Michelle Cahill City of seven islands, guarded by eight-armed Mumbadevi, of the Dravidians, Marathis and Gujaratis, your name alludes to...
Essays • Issue Five • Issue Five Essays
By Angela Wauchop What do you take for granted? Imagine being terrified in your own home, your street, your neighbourhood. Imagine...
By Eileen Chong I Born a girl. By my father’s word, plate of ash untouched— Needle and silk: opaline peacocks, burning...
By Chelsea Dingman I open the windows to the house—humid air like a deer’s breaths in the spring rain. Streetlights flit...
By Lizz Murphy From Aleppo – Rivers of blood women and children… viewed December 2016. From People smuggling – Turkey, Greece...
By Lizz Murphy I CAN TELL YOU WHAT IT’S LIKE I can tell you what it’s like ears and eyes out on stalks neck cricking...
By Moya Pacey His right hand grips the pen dips in and out of the ink-pot – marks the sheet of white paper bold with black...
By Ali Whitelock in the cafe with coffee cups for lampshades and the sign that says please do not pee in the sink we take an outside...
By Ramon Loyola Twenty years in the forest in the faces and breaths, not in the last century or in the now of times, my...
By Anita Patel How many borders will you cross to reach this land? How many doors will you close – forever? How many...
By Jenny Blackford Our handyman, friend of an old friend, was life support for many years to our decaying inner-city house. One day,...
By Jenny Blackford The flowers in the garden of the inner-city Muslim school are kangaroo paws just like mine at home- ...
