Issue Four • Non-Fiction
December 6, 2017
By Glenice Whitting There once was a drummer who’s name was Oskar, who lost his mother who ate too much fish. There once was...
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Past Contributors
Glenice Whitting was born in Melbourne Australia during the Second World War. At the age of fifty, returning to study as a mature age...
Interviews • Issue Four
By Oscar O’Neill-Pugh and Senaj Alijevski The subeditors at Backstory were fortunate to be able to interview Justin Sheedy, an author...
Jonathan Greenwood is 20 years old and has been constantly writing since the age of five. “I’ve always been fascinated by words and how...
Kenneth Pobo has a new book out from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. His work has appeared in: Colorado Review, Mudfish,...
Nathanael O’Reilly was born and raised in Australia. He has travelled on five continents and spent extended periods in England, Ireland,...
Eleanor Hooker’s second collection, A Tug of Blue (Dedalus Press) was published in October 2016. Her first, The Shadow Owner’s...
Jordan King-LaCroix has Master of Creative Writing from the University of Sydney. His first play, The Catastrophists, was presented at the...
Geoff Budden lives in St John’s, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada, where he practices law. He is the father of two teenage...
Tess Barry was shortlisted for the 2015 Manchester Poetry Prize (UK). Twice a finalist for North American Review’s James Hearst Poetry...
On November 2011, Michael D. Higgins was inaugurated as the ninth President of Ireland. A passionate political voice, a poet and writer,...
By Gillian Polack History and the past give us cultural tools. They help us interpret our world. Novels use history and create...
August 9, 2017
A Queenslander (born 1946) he was educated in Toowoomba. For some years he worked as a printer in various locations in Queensland, New...
June 29, 2017
Sophie Myers is a Masters of Writing student at Swinburne based in Brisbane. Her dream is to own a library large enough to justify a...
June 25, 2017
I am incredibly proud of being the Co-Senior Editor of Other Terrain and Backstory. Backstory is particularly special to me. I cannot...
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...
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...
