Stuart Barnes responds to Michele Seminara with a cento sources from letters by Elizabeth Bishop to Robert Lowell...Read More
LNR says maybe she can eat her way out of it. LNR says you are the pig! Not her, she is the truffle. LNR says she wishes she were more normal. LNR says she doesn’t believe reification is a word. LNR says sashay is the plural of sass. LNR says she was taught to say an history. LNR says Y should not be a vowel. LNR says she is saying things all the time. LNR says it’s just that nobody listens.Read More
1. There is a worm in my kale.
1.1. It is reasonably big, predominantly white – curled, as though writhing in pain.
1.1.1. Do worms even feel pain?
1.1.2. I mean: do they really?Read More
I dreamt my lover introduced me to his four sons. One for each season, I thought.
The youngest was magnificent.
‘His mother was a tiger.’Read More
Notes for a story: Gay couple on holiday decide to instigate a threesome.Read More
I ease the door open. The weak light from the corridor reveals the interior, filthy tiles and limbs. My heart is thumping in protest, my head feels like it's a dying star about to collapse in on itself. I look down briefly at my mostly naked body; the advertatts give off a sickly incandescence.Read More
In the morning I go to Greensborough Plaza and there’s a kid coming up the escalator opposite mine, all alone, crying for his mum; I turn and walk back against the pull of the machine to get him because I know that he’s me, the child version of me, transported from the past to the present.Read More
It is three days after the touching and smiling and looking now, and C has sent me a photo of his dick. Here it is, in the palm of my hand, C’s dick. In the palm of my hand but not really. In the palm of my hand, flat pixels arranged in a way that they signify C’s dick.Read More
Currently we are quarantined from civilisation, floating in the Pacific, far from VIP gaming at both Chaplet Melbourne and Perth has reached record levels. Chaplet continues to demonstrate that, by offering first rate facilities and generous rewards programs, we can attract a greater number of domestic and international visitors., aboard my restored superyacht that is crewed by staff who, like Chen Xiu, I also do not acknowledge.Read More
The moment he asked her to explain what happened on the abandoned golf course, there among the trees by the eighth hole, she knew.Read More
Go, you say, before he gets in the mustard-coloured Nissan and winds the window down.Read More
It started with a scream and ended with a bang.Read More
Elizabeth Allen's latest Epistle meditates on family, death and the flash of light before the darkRead More
Sir Henry Augustus Worthington perused the morning paper and uttered the words, ‘Damned cheek.’Read More
You live in a small studio apartment above a fish and chip shop; the smell of oil is your incense. There’s a large red couch that makes the room look smaller than it is. It’s a shit hole but you love the place. You need some help so you consider having a housemate to help with the rent.Read More
This is the story of the blue book and me, by Liz Fergusson, Class 4A.Read More
As I turn the earth I think how strange it is to destroy so many little lives for just one death.Read More
The day rose fast and hot. We walked down to the river and Jemima showed me how to catch a yabby in a stocking.Read More
It looks like any other article. What it really is will blow you away.Read More
She looked strangely similar to me – she’d the same dark kind of hair that fluffed into the air, the same bony knees and thick thighs. Long before we met people would ask if I had a twin. (She the same, I later learnt.) And then we met and got on so well: ‘peas in a pod’.Read More