Issue seven • Issue Seven Reviews
June 16, 2019
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “The war had left them idle. Each bomb and bullet and bayonet had torn the fabric of the village to ribbons,...
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Issue seven • Issue Seven Nonfiction
by Wendy J. Dunn The nurse bends over Dad with her stethoscope and listens to his heartbeat. ‘Not long now,’ she mutters under her...
Reviewed by Brittney Alexander. Gareth Russell’s book, The Darksome Bounds of a Failing World, addresses the sinking of the...
Issue seven • Issue Seven Poetry
By Bill Cotter, Between 1788 and 1840, twelve thousand women were transported, usually for minor offences, to New South Wales. Oh,...
By Stuart Barnes This poem was previously published in Glasshouses (UQP 2016)...
By Magi Gibson she was nine and half her milk teeth gone because she’d kissed the boys behind the shed And she listened in on big...
Translated by Melinda Smith V: From my sick bed Sulpicia 5 (Tibullus 3, 17) Cerinthus, will you keep faith with your girl now...
Reviewed by Michael Aiken Gareth Jenkins’ Recipes for the Disaster (Five Islands 2019) reads like a series of rituals or incantations,...
Issue Seven Contributor • Past Contributors
Moya Roddy’s novel The Long Way Home was described in the Irish Times as “simply brilliant”. Her collection of short stories Other...
Issue seven • Issue Seven Contributor • Issue seven interviews
Interviewed by Samuel Elliott. Richard James Allen is an Australian born poet whose writinghas appeared widely in journals, anthologies,...
By Melinda Smith ‘Women only want to be shearers for the sex’ — Ernie Ecob, former Secretary, Australian Workers’ Union She...
By Philip Porter, She falls into her father’s arms from various heights: This was the light that held her darknesses from her....
Poorly navigating the internet one LiveLeak video at a time, Laura Wild is an Australian writer currently studying at Swinburne University...
By Gary McCartney Hush, Macushla, time to sleep The night is getting colder Pray the Lord your soul to keep For you’ll...
Issue seven • Issue Seven Fiction
by Wendy Wicks She is standing in the doorway examining him. His eyes were still grey. She remembered when they first met. Those...
Mark Mulholland was born and raised in Ireland, and when fifteen underwent a stroke of genius and left schooling to linger around a...
by Samuel Elliott About the author… Nigel Featherstone is an Australian writer who has been published widely. His works include...
By Anita Patel (in memory of Maria Sibylla Merian – 1647 -1717) It is not natural for a young girl to gaze at insects night...
Michele Seminara is a poet, editor and yoga teacher. After studying English and Australian Literature at the University of Sydney, she...
By Nathanael O’Reilly Eat a counter lunch of lamb shanks, salad and chips at the Royal Mail Hotel in the room where the Kelly...
Karen Lethlean is a retired English teacher. With fiction which has appeared in the Barbaric Yawp, Ken*Again, Pendulum Papers and has won a...
By Amanda Bell Look first for an open cockle shell, spreadeagled on the damp part of the strand, then, with your fingers, form a...
By Audrey Molloy And all this time, was anyone keeping account? Light from Light, true God from true God, Child-years lost...
By Ellen Shelley You watch as shadows wear you as ink dries hard up inside the stone. Tombs collapse with their dialect of...
By Chad Norman, Remembering Kenneth Patchen, but written for those war and politics uproot. I speak because I can because I can use...
I dropped out of my first degree. After 12 years, which included a marriage and kids, I went back to study and became in time, a radio...
Sven was born and raised in Hobart with three younger brothers. His childhood mostly included playing sports and travelling overseas during...
By Rose Lucas Highfield House, home of the Van Diemen’s Land Company Manager, Stanley Tasmania ...
Review by Caitlin Bowen Enza Gandolfo is an Australian writer whose latest novel, ‘The Bridge’ delves deep into the circumstances that...
By Jane Downing Tilly heard the shouting but not the words. She pulled herself out of the fireplace and listened. Good. The...
