#22 Editorial Anupama Pilbrow Eight years ago, starry-eyed and ambitious, the two of us joined the team of a very young magazine called The Suburban Review. Read Here Poetry Put Your Mother on the Mantel Jenni Mazaraki when will your face release armour in staff meetings / at the tennis club at the AA meeting when when when / my dear friend will it happen for you Read Here The Manager Poem: A Litany Toby Fitch Look how proactive we are! We / have identified our own admin error / in underpaying casual professional staff over $9m Read Here Us (in a corporate poem) Wing Yau We wipe our faces, rub / runny makeup of grey and moss green / to thicken our curriculum vitae year after year. Read Here FICTION Cog Lucy Zhang I ask Xinyu if he remembers what blue looks like. He points to my shirt, the standard blue uniform striped with grey, 3M Scotchlite reflective film. Read Here NON-FICTION Hell Is Not a Room With a Chair In It, It’s a Supermarket With Seven Proselytising Fascists. Chief The joke about how bad things are is invariably the spirit’s pilot light for most people who have the bad luck to find themselves working here. Read Here ART & COMICS Asexual Reproduction Tara Black View Here Labour Slogans: Held in Common Sam Wallman View Here Kapwa Aida Azin View Here This project has been assisted by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body.
#22 Editorial Anupama Pilbrow Eight years ago, starry-eyed and ambitious, the two of us joined the team of a very young magazine called The Suburban Review. Read Here
Put Your Mother on the Mantel Jenni Mazaraki when will your face release armour in staff meetings / at the tennis club at the AA meeting when when when / my dear friend will it happen for you Read Here
The Manager Poem: A Litany Toby Fitch Look how proactive we are! We / have identified our own admin error / in underpaying casual professional staff over $9m Read Here
Us (in a corporate poem) Wing Yau We wipe our faces, rub / runny makeup of grey and moss green / to thicken our curriculum vitae year after year. Read Here
Cog Lucy Zhang I ask Xinyu if he remembers what blue looks like. He points to my shirt, the standard blue uniform striped with grey, 3M Scotchlite reflective film. Read Here
Hell Is Not a Room With a Chair In It, It’s a Supermarket With Seven Proselytising Fascists. Chief The joke about how bad things are is invariably the spirit’s pilot light for most people who have the bad luck to find themselves working here. Read Here
