To stand naked on cold stone Emptied cups cascading Past unblinded eyes As hands and feet are washed Within a sea concentric circles pooled As beneath the welling surface A …
The Biker King of Contract Bridge
(Catherine Harris)
(edited by Kathryn Hummel) Andrew Mill is a motorbike-riding, Champion Ruby-smoking Gold Grand Master and contract bridge teacher. He is sixty years old, gets around on a black 2015 Triumph …
Selective Mutism
(Alison Bennett)
she is fight or flight volcanic dynamite a raging accident that was never meant to happen so she begins to swallow her voice into pretend smiles her body now a …
Removing Blood Stains
(Amy T Matthews)
(edited by Laura McPhee-Browne) 1. Exsanguination. Ex – out of. Sanguis – blood. To bleed out. 2. It takes up to fifteen minutes to bleed out. 3. Felix Baumgartner fell …
Ceremony (Teena McCarthy)
Artist’s Statement ‘Among the aborigines inhabiting the Darling and Lower Murray Rivers, New South Wales, it was customary for the female relatives of a deceased person to plaster they’re faces …
Gold Coast to Colombo Return (Emily Riches)
(edited by Kathryn Hummel) To be having an adventure / is a sign of incompetence. ~ Anne Carson Gold Coast to Colombo Just before we get on the plane, my …
The Health Inspectors Part II* (Anthony Macris)
(from an untitled novel in progress) Later that night, lying in bed, he hears his parents arguing. The tongue-and-groove walls, muffling their voices make it impossible for him to hear …
THEIR WORDS BLAZE: Phillip Hall ReviewsToo Deadly: Our Voice, Our Way, Our Business
My elders, I hear them speak loud and strong with messages of culture and belonging. The essence of me. Who I am and who I’ll always be. Proud. Strong. Aboriginal. …
Serpent (Anna Jacobson)
By the time I see you, seventy-one angels have descended from heaven, chopped off your hands and feet, split your tongue. You crawl along your belly. Vanish. By the time …
Poems from Diaspora (Ivy Alvarez)
*Ligaw-insik Maybe we can be together. Maybe I can say the words. What can I whisper? My shoes brace against the metal gate. I am a key now and somehow …