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Omen
By Clara Collins. You left long gouges in the wallpaper the day you found your way into the chimney, down its long column, careening out, ink footed, your crow eyes solid…
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A CYLINDER, A LAYER, A FIZZ: [A.K.A. IMPETUS]
By Mick Cunliffe. [1] Cylinder You see me as an empty shell of a man. Not entirely wrong, but I am a cylinder. Cold water pours right through. You rebut,…
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Kavita Nandan
Kavita was born in New Delhi, grew up in Suva and has lived in Canberra, Darwin and Sydney. She is the author of a book of poems, Return to what Remains and a novel, Home…
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The Girls on the Bridge – midsummer 1901
By Jena Woodhouse. From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. Edvard Munch The midnight sun is nudging the horizon. Three young…
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Recalcitrant
By Mick Cunliffe.
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Astrid Empacher
My name is Astrid Empacher. I’m 25 years old and originally from Copenhagen, Denmark. For the past four months, I´ve been studying abroad at Swinburne University in Kuching, Malaysia as an exchange…
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David Shield
David is a writer, Japanese interpreter, kimono maker, Koto (Japanese harp) musician and tea lover. He’s the 2025 winner of the E.J Corbett award for Y.A historical fiction, has short listed for…
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My Mother’s Cousin’s Season’s Greetings
By Kim Waters. Her Xmas card arrives – twice. My address listed under married and unmarried names. One shows a muscular Santa – a bobsled rider, catching a reindeer ride…
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Guillermo Bowie
Guillermo Bowie is a Portland, Oregon based writer. As poet he is recently published in Maryland Literary Review, Grey Sparrow Journal, Children, Churches, And Daddies, Blue Collar Review, forthcoming in Maryland’s Academy…
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Self, Refracted
By Clara Collins. Some mornings, I can almost see her catching in the liquid surface of a windowpane as if to fly paper. She is most nearly visible when the light…
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AFL Grand Final
By Kim Waters. From our eyrie at the MCG we watch As the helicopters swoon and levitate Telecasting players who, with an auto-cued, Deep-voiced, crescendo announcement, Blast onto the ground…
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Warada
By Kavita Nandan. for our parents Within reach is the waratah – a mere stretch of hand past balcony slips through a membrane where one world disappears, another begins. On top…
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FONG-ON BAY CAMPGROUND, LAKE TINAROO
By Mick Cunliffe. Her earthy-scented, early-morning voice, panic a mildew creeping across each husky word, it wafts smoky as damp wood tossed in campfire flames through my sleepless mind at 3am.…
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Love is not.
By Lidena Carr. Love is not what others see, It’s the grit in between. It’s the hard work before the day, A quiet moment that’s serene. Love is not the fancy…
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Crow Blown Off Course
By Michael Farrell. Standing on a hill, above the tree line, becoming unsexed, in the wind. A storm is percolating, and the choruses of an Olympic-scale tragedy rehearse. Withdrawn from the…
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Deprecation in Favour of Weather
by Michael Farrell. ‘I live in the ghetto’, certain guys I know sing, and I hear the word ‘ghetto’ as an unstable metaphor. How else? Tag me if you have any…
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A Solitary Life (1944)
By Jena Woodhouse. The angels of fear, sorrow and death stood by my side since the day I was born. Edvard Munch This is the house that Munch bought. Its…
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Michael Cunliffe
Michael Cunliffe sprouted from an alien seed pod rumoured to have been scattered in the Scottish Highlands by the sons of the notorious Ragnar Lothbrok around a thousand years ago. At an unknown…
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The Witness
By Clara Collins. One at a time, my mother led them in, tucking each cousin under her arm like baby birds, taking them to see great grandfather in the soft room…
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Michael Farrell
Michael Farrell was born in Bombala, NSW in 1965 and has lived in Melbourne since 1990 (Carlton since 2023). Recent publications include The Victoria Principle (2025), and Googlecholia (2022), both with Giramondo,…
