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 …
Hatton's Hunger (Mark William Jackson)
Review of Stu Hatton’s collection of poetry, How to be Hungry. Bukowski once said “don’t play with madness, madness doesn’t play.” Likewise, don’t play with words unless you know what …
My Father’s Body in Nine Drawings (Francesca Rendle-Short)
1 My father is not yet dead. People who knew him say there is a likeness in this drawing. I can still see him breathing, can you? I still …