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
Peaches (Jennifer Compton)
Now you are making me laugh and remember. We had a peach tree next to our septic tank. Over the years the tree had dug its roots well and …
Onya Mum (Brad Frederiksen)
Hey Mum! Tell me what you think about this one. . “Something is wrong with a tradition when you’ve got a situation where the ones we are hurting are you …
Nights of Wine (Jasmin Shenstone)
We drink Our lips turn purple Our faces pink The conversation leaks From loose lips
Fumbling a Potato on a Train in Albania (Kent MacCarter)
1. Yanked crisply into movement like a trout caught napping … on judgement – its arcs the cartoon reel I suited …
Definitions of Phone on the Web (Shannon McKeogh)
He calls her sad like a heart-beat shiver cold, damp socks from walking on the squishy squash of slugs grudges like the smiles on cigarette packets tar, yellow-coated rot …
Bonfire (Vicki Thornton)
from that first delicate flame circling match dry twigs curling over branches hissing sap snaps and cracks as it forces itself upon the dead then fire surges snakes over …
Frangipani (Lyn Reeves)
This morning’s walk down the wet gravel drive – bush on either side, orange gum blossom torn by last night’s wind, its bright threads scattered. Wallaby tracks indent the …