There’s been a massive sell-off overnight in hectopascals, with community profit-takers acknowledging that the boys did good. The meanings of specific words have been reversed, precipitating a quest for …
balloons (Rose Hunter)
like balloons, we were way up there then gone. it was not incremental. that first night (or was it second) any case, tacos de pastor and tell me about yourself; …
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Dating App (D. Gilson)
In God we trust, all others send data. No fatties, no femmes. Dick pics? Can you host? Can you bottom? Can you get into roleplay? Sodom & Gomorra? Teacher & Student? …
fingers play the role of feet (Dave Drayton)
walk barefoot over broken glass and into pigeon shit collected atop concrete and beneath the beams that buoy the train above running from Newtown to Stanmore or Stanmore to Newtown …
Echo Chamber (Magdalena Ball)
In the echo chamber you sat, one leg seductively slung across today’s chair, the other tapping reverberated Morse code the song in your head a doubtful skill you’ve never been …
Fracking (Graham Akhurst)
(edited by Phillip Hall) lured by haunted white space I fill the page with egret bloom with flame tree impart wisdom in lake’s reflection nature’s metaphor conjures beauty for a …
my dirty laundry (Priya Malik)
i found his head in the washing machine yesterday while it was set on a delicate spin turning, rotating, flipping looking at me and grinning his uneven teeth chattering against …
The Professor and The Unnamed Stalk the Post-Apocalyptic Wilderness (Toby Davidson)
So much is silent beyond sand and men with pronouncements, low strains whipping at our boots. Furs, exposed skin slipping from precedence quietly when fierceness can’t stand the pathogen of …
The change: some notes from the field (Tricia Dearborn)
Perimenopause as a chance to get a few things off my mother’s chest my mother and I are not alike in temperament or constitution though at twelve she told me …
Do you come here often? (Melinda Smith)
Sydney, you flirt, you sandstone blonde with your wide blue eyes, your fringes of come-hither frangipani, your swizzle-stick palms, your blinding white mast-thickets bristling in the little bays. Perched on …