

#19 Editorial
An echo is a return, but also a distortion. The wave slams into something, bounces off, loses power, and comes back to us where we stand.
Poetry
An Event of Sighs
i chirp the sediments on my lips to know the business of dialects, /
& trade them on my skin like a lost groove.
Is Anyone Anonymous?
My clothes avoid surveillance / I’m incongruent / and between algorithms
Three Koori Love Songs
yes bub / the day will come / when we claim / what earth we’re heir
FICTION
Blood, Salt, and Fish Guts
Dad kept all the brutalities to himself, gutted the fish in the shed, made sure rock pools distracted my sister and me when he stabbed the fish through their skulls.
Blues
I remember making her laugh and how effortless it was. I write my sevens the way she wrote hers, with a line through the middle.

