The Suburban Review #29 Itch

EDITORIAL

#29 Editorial

Earlier this year I received the news that an old friend of mine had passed away. He’d gone at New Years—unable to bear, I guess, the symbolic turn into yet another year, yet another cycle. I spent two months not feeling this, keeping it tight under my skin; not realising how the grief was itching at me.
Read Here

Poetry

Heels

My feet hurt then / in a new way / but I felt it sharply from the ground up / in everything that dropped down / from the trees onto the dead.
Read Here

Evening Anecdote

I tried / to settle into space without being in the way. With my back to history / the poetry came in through my right ear. When I smiled I smiled / to the right.
Read Here

FICTION

Body Parts

Once I read in a girl’s magazine that all women should familiarise themselves with their vulvas, for situations exactly like this. I never did. If anyone else did, no one talked about it.
Read Here

Velvet

They sit together in school. They ride their bikes towards the hills and watch them smoulder. The Stepfather cooks boiled eggs for breakfast and Velvet sticks them in her pocket to feed to the birds.
Read Here

ART & COMICS

This project has been assisted by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body.

Australian Government logo. Australia Council for the Arts logo.