As they say, it’s always better to leave at the time of your choosing than be pushed, so, with that in mind, I’m here to report that Verity La-la-land is …
Thy poetry and thy pathos—all so strange! (PS Cottier)
The found poem hates the way the egregious disruptions of fashion have shaped his hideous form; a misshapen picaresque, he lurches. He is angry as blackbirds in a pie croaking …
A Monster Mash of Genres: Lloyd Shepherd’s The English Monster
Review by Robert Goodman At first blush The English Monster comes across as yet another historical criminal procedural. These are crime genre novels set in a historical era and usually …
ThE IncreDible ChariSma SuckiNg MOnster (Mark William Jackson)
the incredible charisma sucking monster wrapped its plastic lips around a cock in the hen house lending its life against future …
IN LOVE WITH STRANGENESS AND SURPRISES: an interview with Walter Mason
There are those in the writing world who’d sell their grandmother to move forward. Then there’s Walter Mason, who, despite being a well-published author of travel memoir and highly regarded …
Monsoonal light of our childhood (Rico Craig)
Life, cannot quell thoughts of you my brother In the Malay of childhood, you’re eight, our hands are sticky with frangipani sap. It’s rainy season; you have starfruit juice, …
The Archimedes Principle and the red cement floor (Rachael Mead)
You promised it wouldn’t happen again and this time there weren’t enough towels to deal with the physics. Fill. Overflow. The mechanics of weight and volume …
Panache and Bravado and Extraordinary Luminosity: Omar Musa’s Parang and Judy Johnson’s Stone, Scar, Air, Water
Review by Lucy Alexander It’s striking that the works of hip-hop artist and Australian Poetry Slam champion Omar Musa and prize-winning contemporary poet and novelist Judy Johnson reflect so well …
Visitors (Tony Walton)
They come for you- in old fashioned hats, from where you don’t know, to fuck you hard against every wall you’ve built up. They know how to pick all …
My own private apocalypse (Oliver Driscoll)
I start with the irises. My sister-in-law was here on the weekend and called them chrysanthemums but she did not explain why. Later I eradicate the years between 1768 and …