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This Sunburnt Country [After Dorothea]
By Rachel Flynn We fly across our country, a patchwork knit from skeins, of ragged mountain ranges and endless sweeping plains. We gaze her far horizons, and swim her emerald sea.…
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Urn
By Geoff Budden (July, 2005) Summer school; after school; help from his patient mother; but his stammering tongue still betrayed him in class. School books ill-fit his hands; another bother. Grade…
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Am I an Angel?
By Gerrit Bos Am I an angel? A messiah? A virgin birth? Or the devil hiding in my neighbour’s shirt? Am I a wicked prince? An evil tyrant? Or simply a…
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The Night Wonderer
By Senaj Alijevski Wonders which road to take What am I doing here? And why do I need to be there? Seeing the lights remembers the steps before.
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Christmas kisses
By Anne Casey We never had it It was something you saw in the movies old ones re-running on tv that handsome couples teasingly kissed under
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Interview with Sophie Masson
By Arianne James interviewing Sophie Masson
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Interview with Tricia Dearborn
Tricia Dearborn was interviewed by Oscar O-Neill-Pugh What are you currently reading? I have a passion for chemistry – my first degree was a double major in chemistry and biochemistry – and…
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A Review of Anthony O’Neill’s ‘Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Seek’.
Reviewed by Oscar O’Neill-Pugh. “If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek”. As I went to start working on my first book review, I found myself looking towards my bookshelf.…
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On a wing and a prayer – by Anne Casey
Tiny star twinkling in the mid-morning sun Minute emissary Expelled from clustered time Set adrift to witness the callistemon calyx Wither and die So close to fertile ground Parachuting past the…
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Ubiquitous
By Ed Carmine The crunch of her palette cleansing salad was a detestably audible as well as visual experience. Her incisors ground the spines of her lightly dressed spinach leaves into…
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Ed Carmine
Ed Carmine is a Creative Writing and Literature student at Swinburne University who thoroughly enjoys the process of character building. His day to day public transport trips provide priceless inspiration for his…
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Avatar
By Evie Kendal ‘She’s gifted!’ ‘Cursed you mean! Are you sure? How did this happen?’ Lady Maria Wetherford stared at the small creature smiling up at her from the crib. She…
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Evie Kendal
Evie Kendal is a feminist bioethicist and literary critic from Melbourne, Australia. Her research interests include representations of reproductive biotechnology in science fiction, legal and ethical issues for end-of-life care, and feminist…
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Skin
By Charlotte Duff Oscar must be outside. Normally he’s at her by now, nuzzling at whatever part of her body happens to be protruding from the edge of the bed. A…
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Charlotte Duff
Charlotte Duff is a writer and editor living in Melbourne. She is currently completing her first novel.
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Dear Drought
By Sarah Giles Dear Drought, A long time ago I wrote to you. I wrote to you and I begged you for rain. Your parched sky and dusty red ground with deep…
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The Barrel of the Gun
By Rebecca Jane I couldn’t tell Tyler that my arm hurt. Even though it was still throbbing painfully and the crude, sorry excuse for a bandage was already falling to shreds. If…
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The Poet
By Gerrit Bos He sits at his desk, telling his secrets to the world: though a blank sheet is his only confidante, a pen his only friend.
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Gaeta
By Jay Parker Indecision clouds my mind, The loneliness now dependable. But no longer can I continue blind, To a truth I find detestable.
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The Eternal Moment
By Gerrit Bos Mechanised hands, the passage of time. The eternal moment, the righteous crime. Thawing hands frozen when their eyes first met. Nothing can stop, infinity will let.
