Fiction • Issue Ten • Issue Ten Fiction
November 23, 2020
by Reece Pye He keeps his eyes on it even though he is driving, that smooth grey crest protruding from the earth like an ancient monolith....
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Issue Ten • Issue Ten Book Reviews • Reviews
Review by Angela Wauchop “Even as Mary said it, guilt scalded her insides knowing that Maw had nearly died of the bleeding after the last...
Review by Angela Wauchop “… ‘Our daughters are still children when they marry. Have you ever considered that?’ Fufidius gaped...
by Patrick Petraitis Stopping for a moment, Samuel lay his trunk down on the only flat piece of earth he could find and sat upon it. He...
by Carly Waller Cecelia Green sat before the crackling fire, alone in the library and reading her favourite novel. There was a ball that...
by Lyssa Stevens Sienna woke to loud bangs and sirens blaring. Confused, she sat up and peeked outside the window. The town was ablaze,...
By Janeen O’Connell Mary Allan Monegeetta (Victoria) 9 April 1873 – Good Friday I know he isn’t there, but I reach across to...
Issue Ten • Issue Ten Nonfiction • Non-Fiction
by Holly Erin Jane A personal learning of the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels Growing up, my favourite story was of my grandfather...
by Alison Knight What is a man? A collection of atoms contained within a skin, framed by bone, tethered with sinew. What is a god? Yuri...
Interviews • Issue Ten • Issue Ten Interviews
Interview by Holly Jane Erin S.C. Farrow is an Australian screenwriter and author. Throughout her life, she has had an array of left of...
by Bella Bevan It was supposed to be an easy walk to the docks from Tilbury station, but after five minutes of lugging her trunk, Marina...
Interviewed by Michelle Freckleton About the Author: Sue is an award-winning writer/journalist who has worked in the media for over twenty...
Issue Nine • Issue Nine Poetry • Poetry
June 15, 2020
by Edna Heled Germany. To think that we can look to you for comfort and hope at a time of paralyzing fear the world will...
by Chris Armstrong Dad looks up from the page, sees me —startles as if I were death itself; lurking, watching. Hello. He...
by Hugh McMillan A Picture of the vessel Agnes, near Dockfoot Taken here most likely, at this mooring now swamped by...
by Angela Costi – 1965, Regatta Hotel, QLD Rosalie and Merle clasped their ‘cold ones’, forced their smiles,...
by James Walton Sometimes it was my turn to buy the shilling’s worth of broken biscuits from the new Summerhill shops then...
Interviews • Issue Nine • Issue Nine Author Interviews
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Fiction • Issue Eight • Issue Eight Fiction.
December 1, 2019
By Mori Shige. Translated by Marissa Skeels. Mori Shige (1880-1938) was a university-educated, headstrong feminist writer from...
2019 HNSA Short Story Contest • Fiction • Issue Eight • Issue Eight Fiction.
by Christina King. Winner of the HNSA 2019 Short Story Contest Just fuzz. Like the fur of a sewer rat. She ran her hand over her head...
by Julie Parry The kitchen door was slightly ajar. I bobbed gingerly from side to side, squinting into the sliver of light. I was no...
Issue Eight • Issue Eight Reviews • Reviews
Reviewed by Dr Wendy J. Dunn. “… She went to bed and dreamed she was lying in a garden. It was night time, the moon a glowing...
2019 HNSA Short Story Contest • Fiction • Issue Eight Fiction.
by Lou Greene. Commended story in the 2019 HNSA short story contest. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, my mother used to say. I...
By Lauren O’Connell ’By god! It’s bees!’ The spyglass slipped from my fingers and rolled along the deck, its rumble in...
Issue Eight • Issue Eight Poetry • Poetry
By Anna Forsyth Someone slides open a drawer carefully her gloved hands steady from practice. Hector’s locked box was at the...
By Devika Brendon Like a marmoset With those gripping fingers Surprising strength Stretched out full length Ears like a headset How...
By Hélène Cardona. Good night, the mellifluous whisper catches me like a vine, wraps itself around my will. I stare at violet eyes,...
By Jill Jones What remains of us at night The weight of respiration the insects we swallow the division of thought into chemical...
by Shona Blake I am a dark one And flow with the dark river The place of my beginning I came fast The river was in a hurry that day But my...
