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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,...

Short Fiction
Jacob Ian DeCoursey
By the fifteenth month, the whole damn state had grown so thirsty the ground seemed to drink the sap of its own trees. Those of us who remember admit to speaking of rain the way some Christians speak of the...

Poetry
Brian Rihlmann
He saw me at the grocery store, and asked if I was the guy who used to bartend there Twenty years ago, and I froze, then lied, and turned away. . But he knew it was me. And I’d recognized him too. . For the last week, I’ve been wondering why. . I don’t...