EDITORIAL
Editorial #38 GAMES
GAMES promised to be an invigorating, fun, possibly hyper-digital or hyper-nostalgic theme… However, the issue turned out nothing like I imagined, which is just the best kind of surprise.
POETRY
Handball
we needed no chalk / the black concrete outlines / marked our areas / we smacked the ball @ and away from each other slogging away the drudgery of school
Three Poems
A girl runs with her hoop along a bright yellow corridor. /
Long shadows of evening, a series of arches /
counting down to dark.
stake out & towards eternity
pretend a neighbourly ghost is / plotting to usurp your body. / sit, in public, witness the scatter of leaf / matter, flowerheads. / if you spot the ghost, you win. / if the ghost animates your body, a win-win
FICTION
Bush Kids
We went everywhere in that cart. The kids would go out bush and collect big live scorpions. Not me of course. They’d grab the scorpion behind the head near the claws and chase each other, trying to get the other kids stung. Not me of course, I was in my…
No One Knows That
She grabs her shoes and places them beside her bed. Juno gets back into bed, but sits up, watching the window. Even though Eloise said she was lying, Juno can’t shake the feeling that if she does the exact right things, the fairies will come anyway.
NON-FICTION
The Farmers’ Way Forward
If socialist systems can provide housing, bread and work for almost all their citizens, and meaningful work for a higher purpose, the meaning of ‘advanced’ and ‘backward’ begins to wither.
All These Crossed Words
We battle with swords instead of books and spells instead of submissions and after six hours my jaw aches and my voice has shrivelled, but I wear a perpetual smile. This is a story I’ve managed to weave aloud.
