Category: Past issues

1 | 2 | 3   The photographer in the library   The photographer doesn’t look at the librarian behind the desk silent and tethered until she gathers up her issued books and turning glances and catches a look of such lovely lamentation lifting and opening she gasps, stops and…

1 | 2 | 3   Saoirse at the fridge   Saoirse weeps at the fridge door removing nothing, the cold air on her tears, her feet in socks from Singapore Air. There’s a pink stain on the shelf where the milk sits seeping and outside the window someone is…

1 | 2 | 3   Emily, too early   Dreams rush through me like trains in the night, the tracks pulling slowly apart. It is different for Emily who says it is more like sewing a seam between two pieces of cloth. It is dreaming, after all, which holds…

1 | 2   BROTHER, THIS IS FOR YOU   Like you can’t roll your rrrs, like you hate you say wif not with, I wonder if some birds, the one at this pittosporum for instance, has a compromised hundred voices can’t eek at the end of his shuddered pirrup, can’t…

1 | 2   A N A T O K I   S P E L L   He shovelled paddock shit for his keep which she spread on lofted soil for her keep and their keep was mattresses floor lain above a woodwork workshop sawdust lain. The rain sounded like it…

1 | 2 | 3   THAT OL’ SILVERY   You can find yourself gobsmacked by light –   this shaft of moon troubadouring pell-mell down your ceiling, solid-looking, milk-white – the kind a child from Sendak might slide down, though not quite.  Edges so sharp they could cut.   It overlays…

1 | 2 | 3   Resting place   She will come to this spot when the wind has hushed its hollow tongue she will come to this spot and face the sea.   She will come to this spot in morning light and listen; the squelch of a bicycle’s…

1 | 2 | 3   Inquest   1. Deposition. The process of changing from a gas to a solid without passing through an intermediate liquid phase. Don’t go up into the garden just call the cops. A woman types my words never looks up. I make contact with his…

1 | 2 |3   Dialogue   Here you are, walking the video camera up the steps toward us. I am unstrapping the children from their car restraints.   You have stayed at home and cared for our youngest. I rewind the tape, caught off guard by the pair of…

1 | 2   Picasso’s tenderness   A nose with two eyes high in it as if they’ve fled together from what is on the other side of the face what the face is facing.   And the nose so big and high and forlorn. How tender it is. Not…