In God we trust, all others send data. No fatties, no femmes. Dick pics? Can you host? Can you bottom? Can you get into roleplay? Sodom & Gomorra? Teacher & Student? …
Joey (Deb Wain)
You shouldn’t be hitchhiking out here on your own, she says when she leans across and opens the door of her shiny four-wheel drive. The young woman she addresses hurries …
fingers play the role of feet (Dave Drayton)
walk barefoot over broken glass and into pigeon shit collected atop concrete and beneath the beams that buoy the train above running from Newtown to Stanmore or Stanmore to Newtown …
Echo Chamber (Magdalena Ball)
In the echo chamber you sat, one leg seductively slung across today’s chair, the other tapping reverberated Morse code the song in your head a doubtful skill you’ve never been …
Fracking (Graham Akhurst)
(edited by Phillip Hall) lured by haunted white space I fill the page with egret bloom with flame tree impart wisdom in lake’s reflection nature’s metaphor conjures beauty for a …
ACTS OF AFFIRMATION: an interview with Biff Ward
Biff Ward is an Australian writer and political activist. Her most recent work is In My Mother’s Hands (Allen & Unwin, 2014), a memoir that was long-listed for the 2015 …
my dirty laundry (Priya Malik)
i found his head in the washing machine yesterday while it was set on a delicate spin turning, rotating, flipping looking at me and grinning his uneven teeth chattering against …
The Professor and The Unnamed Stalk the Post-Apocalyptic Wilderness (Toby Davidson)
So much is silent beyond sand and men with pronouncements, low strains whipping at our boots. Furs, exposed skin slipping from precedence quietly when fierceness can’t stand the pathogen of …
WHAT SPARK IGNITES AN ACTIVIST? khulud khamis’s Haifa Fragments
Review by Amanda Hickey What is the spark that ignites an activist? Is it an event, a family grievance, a brush stroke of history? Or an undeniable truth that breaks …
The change: some notes from the field (Tricia Dearborn)
Perimenopause as a chance to get a few things off my mother’s chest my mother and I are not alike in temperament or constitution though at twelve she told me …