

EDITORIAL
#23 Editorial
Yesterday I saw my six year old niece for the first time in years. She sat on a car boot while I waved hi from the front of my house, unable to go and hold her to me tightly.
Poetry
Mother Who Gave Me Life
Each of my nearly thirty thousand days: / a divertimento to this forest’s bird flutes and frog babble.
Occasionalism
My phone died. I went out / walking : / Carlton Gardens / habiting myself / to the dazzling and vast / epiphenomena of mineral extraction
FICTION
The Sky Thing
She was a ghost from the future or the past. She weighed the baby and he did a big wee on the scales.
Future Passed
She was a ghost from the future or the past. She weighed the baby and he did a big wee on the scales.
Sentenced
I might spit something up and splatter particulate matter on my window which would shame me more than your disappearance
Queenspotting
It feels to Melina like she’s circular breathing, can’t tell where her ideas end and Aisha’s start as they work through the problems of the hive as easily as inhaling.
NON-FICTION
Almost All of It
I have a Messenger/text/email transcript, the final digital exchanges of a near-dead daughter-hood, but I cannot remember the last words spoken.
ART & COMICS
This project has been assisted by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body.


