folding tacos with her left hand she rolls a cigarette wake of the ferry a young couple fight over the timetable long night sirens …
Holding (Paul Hetherington)
He held her body lightly, shirted as it was, falling backwards as it was, away from him. He read in her arched back the prow-lines of figureheads on ships …
The Mother Poem (Andrew Galan)
[In preparation you will need a photocopy or printout of this poem, a book or pieces of cardboard big enough to hold this poem, glue, and a wooden spoon. Paste …
Tissue (Paul Hetherington)
He thought of his family: how his mother had been locked into grief about something she couldn’t name and was passionately present or strangely, remotely apart; how his father …
Instructions From God (Maria Takolander)
1. Clothe yourself in sky, gag your greedy mouth, and with a stick brush the barren dust you walk lest you tread on a single creature of mine for …
Parrots (Paul Hetherington)
Beaking and clawing, they strew the ground where the glimmer of oil and hallucinations of petrol leak towards a broken bicycle frame. Benny threw it down, stripping the wheels, …
What Will It Take? (Gabrielle Bryden)
What does it take to get a bed in this place? You can come back if you have tried to kill yourself. How many nights will that get me? One, …
Brothers (Paul Hetherington)
They delved in mud under pines needles, rubbed together like animals, cupped black pearls of river water in nail-bitten hands, drank wind like a tart cordial. They tasted dirt …
The House of Wives (Jennifer Compton)
1. Ah – he said. Camogli. Casa delle mogli. The house of wives. Because their husbands were fishermen and so always at sea. . Or it can mean houses …
she died (Molly Guy)
lying face down (pissed) in a pool of her own vomit more than anything else as a child she’d longed to be able to see into the future