

EDITORIAL
#28 Editorial
It’s that time of year now when life is at its roundest, the dough of the long days risen and heavy. In such conditions, it’s easy to register richness, abundance, and fruition as wholly delightful things.To leaven can, indeed, be delightful—but, as this issue has reminded me, to think of it only in this way has a bit of a hellish ‘jobs and growth’ vibe.
POETRY
The pitch
These breasts are breaking into milk bars and stealing packets of Winnie Blues. They are finding telephones in office buildings and spraying shaving foam into them. The breasts are turning on sprinkler systems in fancy gardens of big houses.
Blood Yeast
death snatches what profound regret
mixed in the man that quit all things elation the will surprise and joy
pig butchered in the crypto scam soulmate love stolen motorbike
Doorstep / Afternoon without you, now what
can we eat fish and chips tonight, / I cannot cook, I cannot cook, can we / just eat what arrives, / can it be ready / already
FICTION
Dissolve Cut
Even the smallest details came through clearly: the scuff marks on his windowsill from where Alexander had spent hours looking at the houses across the street.
Where They Purr
When I lie in the dark, I think I can hear the tiny mews. They are confident minor chords, invading the night like church bells, cut loose and rolling down a hill.
skylight
She had always felt alienated from the erotic but with Horse was realising she did not need to overthink it; provided he did not say anything stupid, she could inhabit her body in a way that was purely somatic…
NON-FICTION
Sue Tilley Benefits Supervisor Sleeping Realness
To be painted, rather than painting. To be the object, rather than the subject-object. To stop losing myself, my mind-body betraying itself, in this ever-fuglier hall of mirrors. Forever chasing my tail, my big fat rump.
ART & COMICS
This project has been assisted by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body.


