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What are your sins?
By Anita Patel. Walking to confession Bless us Father two by two in checked pinafores and straw hats – glad to escape out of the classroom into the sunshine… just a short…
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Love is a battlefield
by Jenny Blackford. The town by night packed full of girls on stilts of mouse-soft suede or shiny-shiny leather higher than mountains high as the sky. Studs and buckles hold the clue:…
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Art of the Deal
By Magdalena Ball i. While I grew up in lower Manhattan’s housing project the pre-dawn cusp of gentrification there was a shadow rising a skyscraper in my head sixty-nine stories growing…
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Reflections
by Jayne Fenton Keane Between cocktails, insomnia and jetlag I wonder how to measure the distance between us in kites and how to name all the clouds – not by their classifications…
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Waltzing Matilda
By Bethany George Michael sat in the second row of the church pews. His elbows leaning on the row in front, head bowed towards his chest. He could not face looking at…
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what you must do you must keep your mouth shut
By Ali Whitelock if you want to you can tape it shut with the snoring tape––he keeps it on the side of his bed sometimes it rolls off onto the carpet…
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Reflections
By Marilyn Humbert in the mirror a perfect mother of a daughter well behaved a son flawless as his father chiselled jaw, ice-blue eyes no one sees her rusted imperfections the…
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Lipstick
By Magi Gibson Putting on my make-up at the bathroom mirror, – for me, a daily act, a sacrament, a quiet solemnity – I find my lipstick’s almost done – a…
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*Uppgivenhetssyndrom
By Michele Seminara The unconscious is a precise and even pedantic symbolist. — D. M. Thomas All over the camps / children’s eyes / revolve inwards / like moons Their muscles…
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The end of the road.
By Wendy Wicks Barrelling along the unmade desert highway at 100 km/h, the station wagon is pursued by a plume of red dust. Red plain, dusty red saltbush, the occasional fading, abandoned…
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She Counts…
By Magi Gibson, She counts dead women. Not women wiped out in warzones by bullets and bombs, nor the 63 million missing in India – Rita Banjeri is keeping count of them.…
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Book Review of Natasha Stott Despoja’s On Violence
Reviewed by Angela Wauchop “While chairing this organisation has been one of the great privileges of my life, it means that every day I am conscious of one of the most heinous…
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Leonard
by Charles Murray We’ll say a prayer for love tonight remembering his poems; And laud the crack which allows the light to enter and soften our rooms; The rooms where we hide…
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Maybe
By Abby Claridge There is a moment between waking up and being awake. A moment where you open your eyes and just physically see what’s right in front of you. It might…
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Walking
By Rose Lucas For KTM
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‘ME TOO’: VICTIM BLAMING
By Wendy J Dunn I don’t understand the first wave feminist said all you need to say is ‘Go get fucked,’ to be left alone. that’s what I did when I…
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Lauren O’Connell
Lauren O’Connell is an Irish-Australian student and freelance writer. She has a Certificate IV in Professional Writing and Editing from Swinburne University and is currently completing the Diploma of the same qualification.…
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A secret language
by Frances Roberts. Consider what we have here: a world with starving millions at one end of the spectrum and at the other those with a fortune in millions. Thousands of the…
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Bethany George
Bethany George is Melbourne born and bred. She currently lives in the eastern suburbs, on the fringe of the beautiful Yarra Valley with her adoring partner, their cat, a tortoise and two…
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Lee Kofman Interview
Interviewer: Samuel Elliott About the author: Dr. Lee Kofman is a Russian-born Israeli-Australian author, who has edited two anthologies and penned five books. In addition to her long-form and editorial work, her poetry,…
