*Ligaw-insik Maybe we can be together. Maybe I can say the words. What can I whisper? My shoes brace against the metal gate. I am a key now and somehow …
TRUTH IN THE CAGE
You can find my whole life in my poems, like a letter to God. – Mohammad Ali Maleki Verity La and Rochford Street Press are proud to announce the publication of Mohammad …
Black on White (Yi Chao Foong)
(edited by Laura McPhee Browne) Black on white. That’s how people see us. A splotch of black, spoiling the virgin white. It is my good fortune to have him, they …
Ta Da! We Present Verity La Mark II
Dear readers, we’re back — with Verity La mark II! She’s shiny and new but still full of all the original goodness from our previous site, and them some. Take …
A Tuesday with Two Heads
(Jayne Fenton Keane)
Last Letter At arm’s length. A letter in a frying pan. A smoking Dear John. Slap on meat, pour over cognac, watch the veal flare. The next day a doctor …
stone beach on kos (Linda Godfrey)
echoes smack on a photograph/ show about twelve/ all standing round in their morning/ like our thoughts/ all children have to leave somewhere/ and yet fishponds reflect/ if not actual …
there is no way to repair shadows while we’re alive (Nathan Shepherdson)
i heat the stone until its eye opens invite its callus-scraped duct to extrude lava in sentences memory magma pushes through an axial sleeve from a thousand miles down to …
MALE IDENTITY AND THE DANGER OF PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS: an interview with Michael Mohammed Ahmad
Interview by Samuel Elliot (edited by Angelina Tsinganos) Michael Mohammed Ahmad is a Western-Sydney-based, Arab-Australian writer, teacher and editor. He is also co-founder of the autonomous literary organisation SweatShop, which prides …
The Artistry of the Amputee Dancer (Lawrence Shapiro)
Darting eyes flicker back and forth across a barren stage The gazelle prance in rapid motion One lower extremity present One lower extremity absent Shock waves at the barren amputee …
The Tea Ceremony (Indigo Perry)
Once, after he’d confessed to another indiscretion, she got up and ran from the riverbank. When she reached the highway, she slowed down and walked, heartbeat steady by the time …