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Zach Davison
The birthplace of punk rock is as contested as the proverbial chicken and egg. The UK, the US, Australia, amongst others, all have a deserved horse in the race, but the truth is a little less clear-cut. What is generally termed “punk” refers...

Poetry
William S. Tribell
That I may with all do discretion, make my own slight confession It was Tennessee in mid-July just because Johnny Cash said so Whiskey, Johnson City and the right direction to Cumberland Gap Not to stray, but by-the-way, let me be the first to...

Short Fiction
Jim Meirose
I’ll tell you the story, Doc—I only want dimes. I like the way dimes feel in my hand and I like the way they look. There’s no reason to carry any other kind of coin. I can’t help it Doctor. I...

Poetry
Leah Mueller
You won’t take summer from me again: my heart a rolled-up carpet, unwinding and exposed. . I have no choice but to bare the debris. Some escapes, pebbles underfoot. . Step on one, then another, keep my eyes on the wall. . Every June, the vigil and the bludgeon. July fruit, rotten in...

Short Fiction
David King
You get a preview of what’s to come. If you were alone, you’d be sitting in a tiny little Housing Commission flat in the Park Street Towers South Melbourne looking down over the street with some race caller gunning for vocal...

Poetry
Kevin Higgins
“I just wanted to hear [them] deny it.” Lyndon Baines Johnson . It is not true that at our meeting today I forced the Foreign Secretary and Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster to bathe in piping hot custard and gently scrubbed their backs, bellies,...