He calls her sad like a heart-beat shiver cold, damp socks from walking on the squishy squash of slugs grudges like the smiles on cigarette packets tar, yellow-coated rot …
Abandoned Cubby Huts: Dreaming and Decay (Daniel Armstrong)
Artist’s Statement The cubby hut is an archetypal structure, a place of imagination, dreams, refuge and adventures. It is ephemeral by nature, both physically and psychologically, as it passes from …
MOUNTING THE FIGHT: an interview with Anthony Macris
With the release of his latest book, you could be forgiven for thinking that more than a decade in academia teaching aspiring writers the fundamentals of literary theory, and writing …
Bonfire (Vicki Thornton)
from that first delicate flame circling match dry twigs curling over branches hissing sap snaps and cracks as it forces itself upon the dead then fire surges snakes over …
The Biggest Love (Krissy Kneen)
No one could ease the pain he felt, had been feeling for too long now. She raised an eyebrow as he entered the kitchen, held her breath. She could smell …
ECSTATIC GIFTS: an interview with Krissy Kneen
ALEC PATRIC Do women like sex? That’s the headline on a fashion magazine I saw this morning. I didn’t pick it up so I don’t know how they answered. I’m …
Frangipani (Lyn Reeves)
This morning’s walk down the wet gravel drive – bush on either side, orange gum blossom torn by last night’s wind, its bright threads scattered. Wallaby tracks indent the …
THE BUMPY RIDE OF EXPOSING SHIT-HEADS: an interview with Richard Neville
There are stories that have threaded themselves in and around my bones. The dismissal of Gough Whitlam is one, everything about Picnic at Hanging Rock is another, and the extinction …
self-portrait – with wires, city, no clothes – (Stu Hatton)
i am open and open and open (the city, sleepless) city, be slow with me, city … slow down … (i love you) though back home on my body hair …
self-portrait – with wires, city, no clothes (Stu Hatton)
i am open and open and open (the city, sleepless) city, be slow with me, city … slow down … (i love you) though back home on my body hair …