

#18 Editorial
Regional Australia is not a place seen in a rear-vision mirror as you speed down a highway. It is a place that lives and breathes, and importantly, it is not one place.
Poetry
dead dog
and my love lies down and dies / like an old dog, its swollen / arthritic knees buckling
Rockhampton (a sestina)
Sorrow / -’s in / the / City / -’s wet!
Chainsaw Poems
ALARM BROWED FINCHES IN A STATE OF ALARM BROWED
Little Song after Curly’s Song
Standing tall, / as though claiming vast budgets, we get back to running / the numbers, pulling figures back into the tableau.
FICTION
Chondrilla
I mean it this time. But before I do, I slot on some jorts due to the zeitgeist and the sun rises like a fuckwit. Flinging skyward. Bright and sinister and at large.

