
IF I’M A WATER-BEARING AIR SIGN DOES THAT MAKE ME PERSPIRATION?: NOVEMBER
The itch to be social returned, not the fear of missing out so much as a peer pressure. Recall the lift in lockdown some…
Read MoreThe itch to be social returned, not the fear of missing out so much as a peer pressure. Recall the lift in lockdown some…
Read MoreIn Rural Victoria, my sister went to the beach for her birthday. Which felt bizarre considering that I could only go within 5km of…
Read Moreyou pay and I uplift youyou live and I outlive youyou die and I defeat youin tombstones carving and carbon printingand nano-ink technology on…
Read MoreI say, you’ve got to hear this one album no one knows about. My mind is grooving right on the coffee table, if only my legs could follow.
Read MoreM. carried in three ceramic mallardswrapped in his jersey, their green facesrigid and unblinkingon the shelf of his arms. They were as significant as…
Read Moreafter Mindy Gill’s ‘A Kind of Paradise’ What I know about desire is horseswho aren’t hungry can’t be ownedby anyone. The horse, she bows…
Read MoreFallen cones, Lay abandoned at the base of the tree. I too lie underneath it, cocooned in blankets. Isolated, my edges sharp. The tree…
Read MoreRebecca Hawkes’ chapbook ‘Softcore coldsores’ was published in AUP New Poets 5 to reignite the series in 2019. She co-edits the journal Sweet Mammalian and is a founding member of…
Read MoreThe sky waits to be cleaved like a tongue against a railing. You scratch the paper walls, wings aching for warmth. Sirens slice through…
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