Two Poems on Iran’s Freedom Movement
Mehrdad Mehrju humanity as it is in its own skin without flags without…
The Thy Day
By Mehrdad Mehrju the thy day speaks of leaving an empty box in the living the…
Cinnamon Sugar
By Kate Todman Cinnamon sugar, sweet like Christmas morning, my favourite as it melted…
Frocket To Fruition: A Review of Frocket Issue Ten
by Jasmin Asifiwe “My mum said I shouldn’t praise false idols, but I’m pretty…
On Fake Tan:
By Naomi Harron I did not begin modelling under the presumption that…
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…
Glass x Y3K – Interview
I Cry At Weddings
by Ewan Robertson Everybody doesbecause who can’t not?Husbands and Wives,dresses and suites,flowers…
Eat Up
by Rory Murphy “Eat up, Garrett. You’re not a bitch, are you?” …
