EDITORIAL
Editorial
It’s a privilege and a joy to have shared three weeks with a group of people who came to the workshops inspired to create their own journals.
POETRY
Marshmallow
in the summer / of bay noon slumbers / a briny breeze / swallows our swollen lyrics
Shit’s fucked
Kermit’s froghood / was affirmed as early as 1965. When is everybody else’s turn?
Mixed zoning
This young gun from Ray White / goes door-to-door Your house could go for one-point-five million, he looks / eager for a pat on the head
Rangefinder
The camera in my living dream’s of chromed and solid brass.
Workers playing football
The tent tattered, slogans / peeling, placards stacked like firewood.
SAY HER NAME
Does the mouth hold a memoir better than the mind?
FICTION
One Week
I used to think it was gentleness. Now I’m not sure what it was.
Consider, Peter.
He remembers the tenderness of the dancers; the subtlety.
Ascendant Station
the tram is 20 minutes late, yeah / but I am following the thread / I got good things coming my way / I got runs on the board
Ruthie
At fourteen years old, Ruthie’s too young to work past ten. But with managers who don’t care to care, anything goes.
Halloumi
I felt bad when I invited my brother’s family for Christmas, because I didn’t want to rub it in his face that I had people who cared about me.
Inertia
My body: my limitless advancement banks on the advancement of my body