They delved in mud under pines needles, rubbed together like animals, cupped black pearls of river water in nail-bitten hands, drank wind like a tart cordial. They tasted dirt …
ON THE HIGH ROAD: an interview with Chris Womersley
EMILY KIDDELL George Dunford wrote about Second Novel Syndrome in an essay called ‘Repeat Offenders’ (Meanjin) and considered a number of writers who’d fallen at that hurdle. He also wrote …
THE RESTORATIVE PHOTOGRAPHER: an interview with Jonny Lewis
‘Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face, the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited, and the wealth and confusion man has created. …
Self-Portrait Without Mythology (Sharanya Manivannan)
That’s the thing about this business. Some days you sparkle like a teenage vampire. Some days you feel as though you’ve walked through the remains of an exploded dhrishti …
Instinct (Angela Meyer)
My burrow smells like animal shit and typist underarms. There is also the earth. Sigmund greets me with a hiss and I take him from the glass and let him …
THE INDEPENDENT SPIRIT: an interview with Laurie Steed
ALEC PATRIC There used to be just one or two record stores you could go to find the good shit. This was before the Internet made everything instantly and eternally …
Masdok the Madman in his Fever (Miles Allinson)
The ground has become sludgy where the river overflowed in March. In gumboots, carrying his wooden hunting rifle, he goes into the forest, with the mud sucking at his feet, …
The House of Wives (Jennifer Compton)
1. Ah – he said. Camogli. Casa delle mogli. The house of wives. Because their husbands were fishermen and so always at sea. . Or it can mean houses …
The Book of Rachael (Leslie Cannold)
When I was five years old, our ewe gave birth to a lamb. He was white and had eyes as black as olives. Shona and I named him Timba. Two …
Reading between the lines (Molly Guy)
Carmel sitting in the dark in an art house cinema having a sub-titled experience.