EDITORIAL #24 Editorial Erin McFadyen We arranged this cluster of works for you, and we send it to you to make your days more ugly, which is also to say more beautiful. Read Here POETRY Love’s the Burning Boy Daniel Swain It’s over—like a divorce, surely, but more like that night in Madrid when we argued about Goya in a seafood restaurant neither of us enjoyed. Read Here Testimony (Extract) Gurmeet Kaur Is talking always supposed to be this tiring? Read Here Covid Gavin Yuan Gao What’s not to love? This / outlaw country that wants you dead each day / but not dead enough to be absolved / of your crime Read Here Coyote Ugly / This City Is Going To The Frogs Carly Stone Begin forwarded message, sunrise.png, / 5:54AM you should have been here / It looks horrible without you Read Here FICTION Black Mould Caitlin Doyle-Markwick One whole edge of the mattress was covered in the greyish mould, as if the sea had been lapping at its sides and left watermarks in its wake. Read Here ART & COMICS Sperm in the head Carmen Hau View Here Cover Art – Mandy Ord Mandy Ord View Here Frogs without the royalty Erica Lange View Here This project has been assisted by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body.
#24 Editorial Erin McFadyen We arranged this cluster of works for you, and we send it to you to make your days more ugly, which is also to say more beautiful. Read Here
Love’s the Burning Boy Daniel Swain It’s over—like a divorce, surely, but more like that night in Madrid when we argued about Goya in a seafood restaurant neither of us enjoyed. Read Here
Covid Gavin Yuan Gao What’s not to love? This / outlaw country that wants you dead each day / but not dead enough to be absolved / of your crime Read Here
Coyote Ugly / This City Is Going To The Frogs Carly Stone Begin forwarded message, sunrise.png, / 5:54AM you should have been here / It looks horrible without you Read Here
Black Mould Caitlin Doyle-Markwick One whole edge of the mattress was covered in the greyish mould, as if the sea had been lapping at its sides and left watermarks in its wake. Read Here
