Interviews • Issue Five • Issue Five Interviews
June 8, 2018
Interviewer: Savannah White. Hoa Pham is a psychologist and award winning author. She holds a doctorate in creative arts and a master’s...
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Fiction • Issue Five • Issue Five Fiction
The Lace Weaver can be bought at all good bookshops and online at amazon and book depository. Birch Pattern Lydia ‘You will be...
Issue Five • Issue Five Book Reviews • Reviews
Review by Madeleine Reid. Aesop the Fox is Suniti Namjoshi’s first novel in six years, and those familiar with her fiction works will be...
Reviewed by Tamara Lowe. The Enlightenment of the Greengage Tree, written by Shokoofeh Azar who now calls Australia home,...
The Tides Between can be bought at all good bookshops and online at amazon and book depository. Emigrating to Australia was the defining...
Editorial Team
Anne Casey is the Senior Poetry Editor of Other Terrain and Backstory journals. Originally from the west of Ireland, she is a writer living...
Skye Jenner has a Masters in Writing and is currently working towards her PhD in science, whilst absorbing every bit of the written word...
May 14, 2018
Angela Wauchop is currently studying Professional Writing and Editing at Swinburne University. Originally from regional Queensland, Angela...
May 10, 2018
Nik Shone is an emerging writer and editor based in Melbourne. Nik is a poet and short story writer with a goal to learn and to write as...
May 8, 2018
Jayme is in her fourth and final year of studying Communications & Media Studies with a minor of Creative Writing at Swinburne...
Contributors • Editorial Team
Savannah is in her third year of studying Professional writing and editing, minoring in creative writing and literature. She is a dog...
May 6, 2018
Madeleine is a Melbourne girl in her final year at Swinburne University doing a double degree in Business and Arts. Her majors are...
Issue Four • Poetry
December 9, 2017
To commemorate the Official State Visit to Australia 2017 by Michael D. Higgins, President of Ireland, we are deeply honoured and grateful...
Fiction • Issue Four
December 6, 2017
By Errol Bishop James McFarlane eagerly absorbed the sights and sounds of Australia as the ship made its way up the Mary River,...
By Chris Childs I try not to retch at the sickening stench of boiled cabbage. The queue is moving slowly, but no one complains....
By Denise Ogilvie Caen station fills with tourists, all jostling for seats on the train to Pontorson. The July morning is warm,...
By Lauren Chater Carr House, Lancashire 1639 Eliza Stone was hot. Moisture pricked beneath her arms. A bead of sweat inched its way...
By Eleanor Limprecht He woke at the usual time, before dawn. Andrew closed his eyes again, pulling the coverlet beneath his chin. When he...
By Chris Childs I wake coated in cold sweat, my throat dry and raw. For a moment I don’t remember where I am. Then reality flashes...
By Belinda Lyons-Lee She stood in the octagonal room where she could see, as if in the middle of a spiders web, through the...
By Tess Barry Out of her twig-filled lungs a strong wind whirls she is a small stream obstructed a standing body...
By Tess Barry Eat lemon altogether, she says, cold go out. What you play? Luna Sonata? My fevered fingers stumble through...
(Bridget Cox Bishop, 1848-1912) By Geoff Budden J Cox and his five sons lost in their boat off the Harbor April 24, 1859....
By Geoff Budden At home in taverns, not in homes, you left when your daughter was four years old. Your own final home was a needle...
By Dr Wendy J Dunn Lest we forget The First World War They said Ground soaked With blood With countless dead Lest we forget Another...
By Jordan King-Lacroix I. On a leaky boat, they came, needing to change their name once, in the village to sound less Jewish...
By Jordan King-Lacroix The clouds, ha! The clouds! Did you see them when they passed overhead? So slow, like molasses,...
By Eleanor Hooker Ghost me. Fossil me. ...
By Nathanael O’Reilly In a centuries-old English church where Jane Austen worshipped, my daughter performs her role on the steps...
By Kenneth Pobo My grandmother’s house, weathered, a dirt driveway. When I visit she makes a cherry pie. I help her pit. She tells...
