Captain Cook has had another dream. They were cruising northwards, with the engines at half-power, searching for the last island chain pulled up from the ocean by the Great Navigator …
The exit (Jasmin Shenstone)
I tell her I like them. Her drawings. I watch her and when she is finished I pick up the paper by the edges and stick blue-tack to the back …
After the Fire (SJ Finn)
The hut sat untouched, a strange, defiant object against the black landscape. The grass under her feet also. Yes, it was a little parched from the summer sun, but not …
The Sundowner (David Francis)
I decided there’d be no party for my 50th — instead I’d reflect, I’d go on a silent retreat to the monastery in the mountains above Santa Barbara where I’d …
Evergrey (Kirk Marshall)
There is a tree; the squirrels know this. You could professionally train a red-kneed bird-eating spider to locate it by scent, but still the bulbous globe of the huntress would …
THE HAZE AND BURN: an interview with Nathan Curnow
ALEC PATRIC Everyone knows Nathan Curnow, nationally acclaimed poet. Tell me about Nathan Curnow, the playwright. NATHAN CURNOW I’ve been writing plays for as long as I’ve been writing poetry, …
Brother (Pseudonymous Jones)
She had lunch with her brother. Halfway through, he said: “Last night I was heating up some hot dogs, and somehow I managed to put the buns in the water …
Heart attack (Leah Kaminsky)
I close my eyes, trying to reach my hand down my throat and grab onto my heart, wrench it out of its cage. Little traitor. It settles in, starts to …
Rilke was a jerk (Pseudonymous Jones)
Rilke says that dogs look so sad because they can sense the world of human meaning but know they are excluded from it. In much the same way, the reason …
The Funeral (Emmett Stinson)
Delicacy has never been my particular strength, but, for all that, I don’t see how it can be said that the incident at the funeral was entirely my fault. I …