‘Miss, WALLAH, it’s true. They are everywhere. Every time you hear a noise in your house, or your TV stops working, or your computer beeps…’ Hana paused dramatically. ‘It’s a …
The Exclusivity of Cupcakes: How I Cooked My Way through Heartbreak (Erin Holmwood)
Kissing don’t last: cookery do — George Meredith On the day Max broke my heart, I baked a cake. While I greased and lined the spring-form cake pan I thought to …
One Perfect Day (Amanda Marx)
It was just a glimpse I caught of you Not quite enough to fill the gap Between the knowing and déjà vu My mirror image to unwrap Reflected there behind …
Ogres are like Onions (Kyle Leong)
The stars saved my life, it’s true. I had the whole thing planned out. There is a table by the lake. Sort of. It’s either an uncomfortable piece of picnic …
Down the Main Trunk Line (Denise Young)
It’s seven o’clock on a newly minted Auckland morning when I step on board the Overlander for the twelve-hour journey to Wellington down the Main Trunk Line. The announcements begin …
Mother and Son (Stuart Barnes)
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings —Shakespeare _ Mid-December 1994. Recently I’d turned 17; my parents had …
Blurred Impressions
(Callie Doyle-Scott)
I wish I could say that I had a plan. But when I eventually decided to say something… it was as if the awkwardness in my gut dissolved and carried …
Eulogy for a Fisherman’s Village (John Smith)
I’d never thought of my father, Len Smith, as an imaginative person. He’d always seemed very practical and applied to the task at hand, so to speak. However, I began …
ABORIGINES, SHARKS AND AUSTRALIAN ACCENTS: On Australian Writing (Jo Case)
At last year’s Adelaide Writers Festival, during a session on The Macquarie Anthology of Australian Literature, an impassioned argument broke out on the subject of Australian writing. Robert Dessaix declared …
What’s Updog? (Helena Pastor)
One night, washing up after dinner, I hear the click of the side-gate. A dark-haired figure lopes past the window and my husband calls out, ‘Joey’s here.’ My body …
