Issue Six • Issue Six Poetry • Poetry
December 15, 2018
By Jane Clarke On the boat we were mostly virgins, we talked about who we were going to be – waitresses, seamstresses,...
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By Sandra Renew 1933 lifelong partners charismatic lives no mention of the other in orbituary Stella was a...
Fiction • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
By Marley Stuart If you asked Karo, he would tell you that he loved his younger sister right from the beginning. He was terrible...
Interviews • Issue Six • Issue Six Interviews
You’ve said in the past that you felt writing chose you. Where did it all begin for you and what motivated you to pursue writing? As a...
Issue Six • Issue Six Book Reviews • Reviews
by Savannah White “…Swayed by her passion, the Creator granted her wish. The star was born in human form and lived a human life. All...
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “For years she had imagined these plants belonged to the animal kingdom: hippopotamus; rhinoceros; agapanthus....
By Nuala O’Connor Frida Kahlo likes to walk in colour, but she is hard-pushed on Society Street. We wander together up...
by Cynthia D. Nelson The Darmstadt Year I read out the sign at our new base: ...
by Anne Elvey baíte tipiche typical huts formaggio cheese taleggio ...
by Jenny Blackford The lumpy wrinkled flesh of some great ancient beast a woolly mammoth or elasmothere lies mummified beside the Hume...
By Goldie Alexander. Brett is setting himself up in the middle of Station Street where anyone driving past will see him. He’s brought...
by Patrick Stack A long way off Through fog that veils all else Faint voice is heard So faint no mortal ear Can catch the pitch Save...
by Vashti Farrer It was a fella at work gave Joe the name and an address in Kings Cross. ‘Ask for Mick.’ Joe planned on...
By Natalie D-Napoleon First, a star must be formed; bodies colliding into hot bodies through infinite time and space...
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...
By Cheryl Pearson Quick to scuttle in with the cattle sick, or an ankle twisted fat on a root – the caps wring flat by...
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 “The murky water stretched out between her and the shore, the gap becoming further than she could leap. The...
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “It felt like slipping through a hidden side-door, stepping slightly outside the flow of things and into a...
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...
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...
By Eileen Chong I Born a girl. By my father’s word, plate of ash untouched— Needle and silk: opaline peacocks, burning...
Issue Five • Issue Five Poetry • Poetry
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...
