Tending the Tides
By Brittany Bentley In the low tide I trek across the mudflats of Coochiemudlo, a…
Wet Cigarettes
by Cameron Walker “Mother died today”, or maybe yesterday. I can’t be sure. The note which I’ve unfolded…
Eat Up
by Rory Murphy “Eat up, Garrett. You’re not a bitch, are you?” …
Oh, Bird
by Malika Savory A figure is tracing itself through the summer air, a bead…
You’re Invited!
by Ashlee Palmer My Suzanne, We’ve missed you. Last time you were…
The Superhost
By Stanze Quinn Three girls sat around a table, not much older…
Posthumous
January 3rd It snowed again last night. Not poetically, though. It fell…
There’s More Weed Than Stars in Texas
By Coco-Lily Garrett-Kellett The dirt in Texas is a jealous lover—obsessive, ever-clinging,…
Third Down From The Left
By Riley Bampton The courtyard is plain, four metres long by three…
CHOKE
By Alexander Rombout The vacuum sucked and spluttered against the detritus of…
