Category: Issue Twelve
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Issue Twelve: Podcast Two
CONTENT: Imogen Lenore Williams short story Forgive Us Our Trespasses Mickey Stosser poems (Oh, and Don’t Forget to Breathe!; Untitled poem 1; Untitled poem 2) Catherine Therese interview on Things She Would Have Said Herself Matthew Rush short story When It Knocks PODCAST TWO
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Issue Twelve: Podcast One
Content: Oscar O’Neill-Pugh poems (Madame Needlemaw, The Anchor, The Black Cat) Jacqueline Ross talks about her novel Blackwater Sam Johnston short story Sculpted Robyn Cadwallader talks about her novel The Fire and the Rose Podcast One
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The Image Of Her Youth
By Louise Sapphira Little time remains in the afternoon before the Melbourne musical production at the historic Daisy House theatre. I start fidgeting with my fingernails, scraping the edges of my right thumb. Butterflies gradually creep into my stomach. Will I be disappointed tonight, falling into the regrettable trap of oversharing? But are more secrets…
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Pirate Ship
By Mark O’Flynn Lionel has emphysema. This might be the most serious of his problems, but it certainly isn’t the only one. Compounding this is the fact that he receives little or no treatment for his condition, but is subject to a fair degree of indifference. It’s death by a thousand cuts. This is because…
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Interview with Christa Hill: A Beautiful Accident
By Jilliean Soison Producer and freelancer Christa Hill shares how, by being adaptable and having the right support systems in place, she was able to overcome the disadvantages and hurdles that come with being a neuro-diverse creative. Tell us a little about yourself and your role in the film and TV industry? My name is…
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Trauma
By Jacob Pilkington Sirens ululated in the distance. He could feel the air cling to him. All the drops of him leaked out on the ground in a puddle of horror-movie red. He knew he’d caught a bullet to the head, and this was how he was going to check out. Then the tumbling…
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Oh, and don’t forget to breathe!
By Mickey Stosser Remember to point your toes Lengthen your spine Tilt your head 45 degrees Offer to make tea Don’t forget to engage your core Turn your feet out Lift that leg higher Ask “so what do you do for work?” Oh, it’s your first class? Welcome! Just follow along,…
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Sappho Wept
By Wendy J. Dunn Sappho wept sorrowing for her lost poems, sorrowing for all the women from her time to mine who dared creating art for it to be judged an artefact worth less beyond worthless compared to art created by men. Countless poems by women tossed aside, Countless paintings erased, canvases painted…
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Pasta, Pizza, and Dumplings
By A. Rogers Pasta, pizza, and dumplings. I feel as if I measure our life by how many pastas, pizzas and dumplings we’ve had. Can a relationship be summed up in three things? If they can, this one would be pasta, pizza, and dumplings. You meet me at my work. Pasta. Bowls of pasta in…
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Fugue
By Jane Frank There’s a dotted line between where she ends and the rest of the world begins, where those otherworldly creatures she loves live like pets. She feeds them. She drives them where they need to go. She gives them advice in a voice that sounds like her own. There’s a slow damage of…
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In Faith’s Way
By Matthew Rush ‘Max, please listen to me; your route leads us through the Nepean Highway! It’s the prime location for an ambush,’ she says frantically. ‘We can’t afford to get caught in the sunlight Emily, so the fastest route is the safest route, now stop whispering so loud!’ I repeat. She follows close behind…
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How to Annoy Your Neighbours
By Bek Klinko The world felt different when Jack woke up. He couldn’t feel the wall when he stretched. His limbs twisted at odd angles. The sheets were heavier. He blinked. His little log cabin looked larger than it was the night before. Everything was bigger and deeper and brighter. Jack tried to get up…
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Lucy & Freya
By A. Rogers Friday night. There is something so freeing and terrifying about being in a new place, a new environment, a new city, a new town. Invisibility is the greatest fresh start. We just put the couch in the living room. It’s brown with green and deep red cushions. The coffee table will come…
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Blade for Blood
By Bethany Lo-Han Pull, strike, splutter, repeat. Pull, strike, splutter, repeat. Camille Mejía’s world had stopped the day her wife’s body had been discovered. Months had passed since the tragic find, and life had moved on, but Camille’s mind had remained trapped in the moment. She hadn’t taken on a case since. Attempting to work…
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Tinned Mackerel Curry
By Vanessa Perera As I sat carefully blowing into a spoonful of steaming basmati rice and tinned mackerel curry, my homesickness worsened. I had grown tired of eating cheap cornflakes and lactose-free milk for every meal over the past five months since I arrived in Melbourne. On some days, I would add a handful of…
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Rigby
By Roseanna Smith Edith Rigby knew the grocer at the local corner store didn’t want to sell her cheese and milk that day. He never wanted to anymore. Entering his store, she heard every whisper from the other customers and clocked the way their eyebrows danced in disgust. The grocer looked her over with his…
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The Most Livable City
By Danyel Deran All the way in the most livable city, the most unlivable man lived. It’s so hard being me. I’m so very lost in this world, but I should be grateful because a homeless man just walked in. He’s dressed like a chimney, smells like one too and head to toe, every viable piece…
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My Summer Collection: Movie Reviews
By Jilliean Soison For me, when I think of Summer, I think of childhood memories wrapped in the golden hues of nostalgia. It’s waking up at 7 AM, a bowl of cereal in one hand and a Foxtel remote on the other, watching Disney reruns before my parents eventually came downstairs to ruin my peace!…
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Aliens, Owls and Mirror Images
By Lyssa Stevens 12-03-21 What if the clouds were alien spaceships that monitor humans? 2020 would make a lot more sense if we were an experiment that went completely out of their control. We became a few too many, and how perfect a pandemic is to kill some of us off. But what if the…
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Mostly Alive
By Damen O’Brien What did you mean when you wrote: those who resurrect the dead, must take something of their dying in exchange? That question, after I’d woken to find him mumbling and clattering in the kitchen, opening the cupboard with numb fingers. I did not know him, his barked knuckles cracked with blood, his…