Category: Past issues

1 | 2   Sigourney Weaver and I Visit Iwamizawa in My Dreams   It’s February and it’s the coldest it ever gets in Iwamizawa. 4 a.m. and sunrise is hours off. In four months the sun will have been up for 7 minutes and thirty seconds. But there is snow.…

BRRM! BRRRM!   Mum’s washing and I’m drying. Mum’s talking to me and I’m not answering – well I am, but in a grumpy sort of way. So okay, I’m being rude and surly (that’s one of Dad’s favourites: ‘Take that surly look off your face!’) but my brother’s outside…

Going to visit Mom’s sister, two states over   Sister pinches me in the leg and I turn to punch her, but she shows me two Pall Malls she stole from Mom’s purse before we left, clamps my mouth with her hand. We are in the back-back of the station…

Excerpt from The Crying Sea   Awhina touched Verity’s shoulder. ‘So what’s the reason you’re here?’ Verity took her eyes off the eels a moment, looked at her. She nudged Robbie with her elbow. ‘I came to reinvent myself.’ ‘Helluva place to try to do that.’ Awhina rolled her eyes.…

Excerpt from Found   Carla’s studio was on the same street as the bookstore. Prime real estate off Spring Street. A real artist would have killed for a quarter the space. Nathan held the lease on it and Carla created illusions in it, expensive ones for magazines. It was February…

1 | 2 | 3   JOYRIDE   We’re entering softer country, he says.   I ease down in to the fluvial new – small hills, toetoe, their clumps of reddish plumes held-light.   Gone, the places we’d pitched and stiffened – hard roads of gravel, stone – coming to sheer   drop-offs…

I ate my brother   1. I ate my brother. I was always fond of him, looked up to him. He was older than me. I measured myself against him. We stood back to back. At first I only came up to his shoulder, and then I realised in that…

Vana’s life, as directed by Krzysztof Kieślowski and Ray Harryhausen   Between each step is a space of one hundred years or five seconds   I breathe in in one millennium and exhale in the next   I am walking backwards along the sand of Island Bay so I can…

1 | 2   sweatshirt   that worn blue-grey sweatshirt you wear around your waist over your shorts which are over your trousers which are tucked into your gumboots which are filled with your thick warm socks which are … but I digress.   That sweatshirt – I have never…

The Travelling Corsetière   understands the geography of breath and blow hole   she travels with sailors, nothing she does is a random act   her itinerary includes The London School for Young Ladies   a Busk and Boning manufacturer in Berlin   he offers her watch springs and feather…