Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Book Reviews • Reviews
May 24, 2022
By Chloe Britton Written by Professors Katy Barnett and Jeremy Gans from the law school of the University of Melbourne, Guilty Pigs is a...
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Fiction • Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Fiction
By Juliett Salom They say he was here. A horse under his legs and the world strapped on his shoulders, they say he came to rob and steal...
Interviews • Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Interviews
By Matthew Goodall Craig Sherborne is a poet, playwright, and novelist. His debut memoir Hoi Polloi was shortlisted for both the Queensland...
By Peter Loveday We climb up into the branches of the old tree, twist off the mandarins and launch them high into the air where they grow...
by Lilanka Botejue “I am not in my right senses. Those eyes, those lips and those beautifully wide hips have long been my lure and my...
Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Non-Fiction • Non-Fiction
By Devika Brendon A long time ago, nearly a quarter of a century, now, I visited Iceland, during the brief summer, a place and time where...
Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Poetry • Poetry
By Joshua Klarica Even though I have stood here more times than I could count, in the chattering cold of mid-winters dawn, and bleaks...
By Magdalena Ball Her grandparents were forced to take last names. How to choose: occupation, toponym, personal qualities, lineage?...
By David Atkinson Who’ll go a round or two for a pound or two? — Jimmy Sharman The town’s tough, unlimited...
By Peter Mitchell ‘They walk the edge, and from the edge fly out, testing and trying out their lives’ Potiki, Patricia Grace...
By Bill Cotter Memories of hay carting in the early 1960’s, Western Victoria The Bedford coughs, lurches, and stops by the hay...
By Hibah Shabkhez Flocking and gawking at the piece of clay We excavate profound thoughts like toothpaste Dredged up from an empty tube....
By Hibah Shabkhez From the sunlit fringes of cloud Yesterday’s ghost watches You, counting your footsteps aloud Like ounces of black...
By Sarah Ebner Bowes We sat, huddled together, in the corner. The sound of bodies hurling themselves at the walls and trees that surrounded...
Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Book Reviews • Reviews
November 25, 2021
by Ferris Knight ‘The fact that gender-neutral and nonbinary pronouns are invented over and over again, often by people completely...
Fiction • Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Fiction
Ian Reid PROMISES He was no longer sure of his whereabouts. He felt not only out of place, but also dislodged from the...
by Vashti Farrer They had swept Mother under their sideboard minds. Like dust. ‘She seemed quite happy when we left her and the...
Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Non-Fiction • Non-Fiction
by Eden Young. There are roughly 6500 languages in the world today. Despite being a third-generation immigrant, I am fluent in only...
by Jack Hutchinson From time to time I miss my old man. But missing is just memory and memories are a funny thing. I mean, they’re...
by Shannon Blake It was too late to stow the typewriter and the photographs away. I could hear Keith stomping on the veranda,...
by Nicolas Brasch Eugen Bacon is a critical voice in Australian literature, one that probes and prods, questions and enlightens. She is an...
by Malina Douglas Cara felt tense. She had never done this, yet a need she could not completely explain had driven her to it. The...
by Daniela Abriola Betty Mullan—Monday, June 28th 2021 I hadn’t known my Great Uncle Douglas, but apparently, he thought I was...
by Radhiya Fanham ‘Do not mention it, my dear Eliza. it would give me immense satisfaction if I could make myself of use to...
Jahin Tanvir Absence Sergei sat upon the cool patch of grass, his torn trousers up the damp morning dew as he overlooked the sunset. The...
by Shawnee Neal Sitting comfortably in the corner of the American Bar of the Stafford Hotel in London is a small, unassuming chair...
Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Poetry • Poetry
by Mary Chydiriotis (Lesvos, Greece, 1942) Artemis is small and nimble apron loaded with courgettes pockets crammed with parsley...
My family is very observant of nature. We know which plants are native, which ones are weeds and how old trees are just by looking at them....
by Lorraine Gibson I’m drinking ancestors’ tears, praising their liquid forms — sip, sip — savouring them oh so slowly in...
