Category: Issue Three

  • A Review of Anthony O’Neill’s ‘Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Seek’.

    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. An old paperback copy of ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’ stared back and I nodded at it in approval. I opened the newly…

  • 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 brush turkeys Scruffling and scrounging Irresistible instinct pressing them Into early spring service Beneath the branches where a Gaggle of galahs cackle and…

  • Ubiquitous

    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 a flecky green resin with mechanic precision. My salmon arrived, midway through her bouts of frontal lobe rattling chews and nauseating small talk,…

  • Avatar

    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 cooed quietly, sucking on her tiny thumb and giggling periodically – all the while tracking her mother’s movements with unnatural closeness.

  • Skin

    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 cold nose or a nibble on her big toe isn’t the nicest way to wake up, but there it is. And then those…

  • Dear Drought

    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 cracks that seemed to grow wider with each passing day. Long black fractures in the chalky clay. The grass was crumbling into dust…

  • The Barrel of the Gun

    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 Tyler found out I was injured, then his already tangled head would spin into even more chaos.

  • The Poet

    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.

  • Gaeta

    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.

  • The Eternal Moment

    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.

  • Hands of Time

    Hands of Time

    By Senaj Alijevski   Don’t turn over the clock when it stops ticking. Leave the past behind and don’t remind yourself Of what was is or ever will be.

  • Undesirable secrets

    Undesirable secrets

    By Senaj Alijevski   Some secrets last forever. Even when no one is watching, Don’t worry, my lips are sealed.

  • This is not a test

    This is not a test

    By Ron Barton   Where are all the standardised people? Row by row they sit, minute by minute the clock ticks their life away.

  • Grandpa’s Last Stand

    Grandpa’s Last Stand

    By Ron Barton   Whenever we heard sirens grandpa would leap behind the couch and yell, “you’ll never take me alive”

  • Erosion

    Erosion

    By Ron Barton   We are but castles of sand formed by things beyond our control. We are strong and sturdy for a while