My coconut flour pancakes were a failure. Although I had followed the recipe in I Can’t Believe It’s Not Gluten to the letter, somehow my mix would not blend. My …
‘We’ll Always Have Paris’ (Devika Brendon)
Humphrey Bogart says this to Ingrid Bergman in the film Casablanca. A great exit line, as he farewells the love of his life with supreme gallantry and apparent nonchalance. Paris …
As a Mother (Mandy Sayer)
Mrs Vickers was watching the six o’clock news, as she did every night, while sipping a Guinness and lemonade shandy. She liked the reader, Marcus Howell, whose deep voice was …
Threads of Silent Longing (Hasti Abbasi)
Bahar drinks a glass of water. A soft sensation starts to stir inside her. Still within her regular cycle, yet this time, it feels different. She gets out of bed, …
To Sing of War (Catherine McKinnon)
December 1944 1 Lotte Nialu She hears singing: one lone voice at first, clear and resonant, a tenor, then others join in, and the song rises and falls, until it …
Only One Son (Magan Magan)
Once Mohamed had a dream about his son. The dream kept him up until the early hours of the morning. He was caged under his blanket — battening his mind …
Rattle up the Road (Siân Darling)
Flesh and fat were luxuries of childhood, in that window before starvation was understood. My loose, thickened skin — coloured the same as my mama’s, who I’d never see again …
The Leaves (Jacqueline Rule)
The morning sky is flat, a smooth grey pebble. There’s a row of trees across from the house where the social worker’s car has stopped, the limbs are pitted and …
The Yellow Scarf (Gay Lynch)
‘The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it’ — Oscar Wilde, The Critic as an Artist (1891) Yellow is bold, resistant and grievous. Yellow is fat with …
A Father, a Daughter and the Sunshine State (Kylie A Hough)
This is the story I never wanted to write. You, me, and a wound I thought the Sunshine State would heal with grandkids, barramundi and gallons of water under the …