• Article

    Things That Helped

    I want to have children, I do. Every Friday evening, after work, I catch the two four six bus down punt road. On the bus, there is a girl my age. I’ve never see…

  • Article

    An Interview with Caitlin Shearer

    On a gentle summer Monday I take the tram to Brunswick to visit fashion designer Caitlin Shearer at her studio—Toast Workroom, a female run communal space. Warm, smiling, she invites me in and makes…

  • Story

    Walking Barry to Ballet

    Three weeks ago, on that Thursday, I wake to find I am sunburnt. Circles of red pink snake around my thighs. Later, after we leave the hospital, Barry presses his fingers into my skin.…

  • Poem

    sweet

    and in the afternoon I sit and read and watch the strip of my neighbourhood sky with crane…

  • Story

    silver thread

    The family tree had been hand painted in gold leaf on a wall of soft lavender. Three hundred years of life connected by silver thread. Twenty two year old Prince Jim, the latest addition,…

  • Poem

    the rip

    the wave breaks fast and she sees her brother on the boogie board semicircling she sees his children on the sand yell from their castle and all is an interlude…

  • Story

    alien

    The dress was blue with purple, silver, green sequins. Fish scales. And when she touched it, she could feel it tremble from its past life. Sequins came off and stuck to sweaty fingertips. She…

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