in Narbonne I listened to a cat scratch of claws on a tiled roof, a storm, the cathedral bells. The death of Rimbaud …
The Decline (Lee Sandwith)
‘For death begins with life’s first breath. And life begins at touch of death.’ John Oxenham
THE TRANSITIONS OF JOSEPHINE ROWE: an interview
ALEC PATRIC Every writer has a muse, whether we put much thought into it or not. When we start out and are struggling to find our creative sources, we run …
Before the power went out (Josephine Rowe)
Before the power went out I saw a girl dressed in a black jacket and plaid skirt, cawing like a corvidae, like a warning except she wasn’t circling: she was …
At the Park (Karen Andrews)
At the park siblings fall, parading their love to the throng they crash in limbs and kisses to the bottom of the playground slide. Aged matrons pass by, …
Reply to a Letter (Wayne Macauley)
You asked me about Witton, I’ll tell you as much as I know. I’ve had him on my books now for a little over five years though the act …
THE POSSIBILITIES OF WAYNE MACAULEY: an interview by Alec Patric
ALEC PATRIC I picked up your new collection, Other Stories, published recently by Black Pepper. In a word, superb. ‘Reply to a Letter’ might just be the great Australian novel …
The Chinese Lesson (Ryan O’Neill)
In the park, the old women were walking backwards. Watt waited beneath the enormous statue of a twenty metre rifle grasped in a clenched stone fist. It was as if …
Hours & Days (Susie Campbell)
Wednesday 8th September 2010 tonight i really feel like going for a swim. the pool of course is closed. most days i force myself to jump straight in, flesh …
untitled (Agnieszka Niemira)
life measured in pay cheques packed in boxes captured in pictures caught in places in music in-between life freed life lost …