(Edited by Kathryn Hummel) It was either me or Benjamin Franklin who said that those who agree to the excessive permissions of the Facebook app in exchange for the opportunity …
Low Hanging Fruit (Suneeta Peres da Costa)
For MC The meeting rooms are named for ancient clans — Ettalong, Cammeraygal. I enter late and they’re teleconferencing, talking about low-hanging fruit and blue sky dreaming. I drift off, …
Centrelink Suite—Tales from a NewStart (Anna Jacobson)
1. Prove It Willy at Centrelink said I needed a forty-five minute assessment to prove I still had a mental illness. But it’s in the letter from my psychiatrist. …
This Little House is Made of Sticks (Julie Thorndyke)
I don’t have many clothes, but the bedroom is already taken up with Liz’s things, so mine are heaped, hung or boxed. My sewing machine is on a folding table …
The System Won’t Save Us (Alison Flett)
(an unlucky sonnet) Not the white of everything nor everything white not our date and place of birth nor our current address not Triage nor Admissions, not Emergency nor Recovery …
B (Dimitra Kolliakou)
Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had …
NOT A REVIEW: Tricia Dearborn’s Autobiochemistry (Benjamin Dodds)
I have been a fan of Tricia Dearborn’s poetry for a decade. My initial encounter with her work was in an anthology chapbook published for National Science Week in 2010. …
TO NOT BE SILENCED: an interview with Sarah St Vincent Welch
Some writers like to blow their own trumpet as loud as possible and as often as possible, usually assisted by the electronic megaphone that is social media. Then there are …
Seeking (Brooke Scobie)
(Edited by Brenda Saunders) Here baby girl have this this big important thing this unmeasurable by time life swallowing warmed by the ancient sun Thing This hidden by lightness of …
World Tree (Andrew Sutherland)
The day I tested positive, I walked from the clinic at the quay to my old university. And, I am sorry to admit, as I walked through the city — a …