Okay so it’s time you started a band. I know, you’ve put it off for ages, but it’s halfway through 2011 and you promised your grandma. But, what will you …
The Fourth Bus Stop (Peter Farrar)
The bus rumbles under him like a rushing heartbeat. He reverses, watching the cyclone fence edge closer in the trembling rear vision. “Yosi!” shouts the supervisor. “We can probably …
The Game (Irma Gold)
Abby is tall and lanky, taller than all the boys and skinny as all hell. Every afternoon she pegs it down to the wreckers to play with her brother Dan …
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 …
Movement (Julie Thorndyke)
Marguerite was at the gynaecologist’s when the earthquake struck. The nurse was asking about her children, their ages, progress and activities; Marguerite was perched on the end of the …
FROM THE EMERGENCY: an interview with Sunil Badami
ALEC PATRIC This is the nightmare. You write your first novel. You pour everything you have into it, from raw talent to wild hope. You finish this novel and a …
The Biggest Love (Krissy Kneen)
No one could ease the pain he felt, had been feeling for too long now. She raised an eyebrow as he entered the kitchen, held her breath. She could smell …
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 …
Snapshots of Strangers (Paddy O'Reilly)
My godfather conned us. He ran off with the family fortune, my brother’s cricket bat, and a small, secret part of my mother’s heart. We heard he had bought a …