Sydney 1936: there in the Cahill’s cafe, a strange male voice intruded, ‘Edith–Alva–haven’t seen you both for years.’ It was like the voice from a gramophone with a worn needle.
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‘There’s this paradoxical nostalgia where even though yi suffered, yi miss it.’
Memoir by Graeme Armstrong.
‘She boils her sentences down to high-sucrose sweeties and calibrates her tone for maximum engagement.’
Fiction by Natasha Brown.
‘The monstrous years of my late teens lay lined up alongside the rest of my life like bullets in a gun.’
A story by Sophie Mackintosh.
‘Without waiting for me she removes her white shirt. Each button a piece of my own spine, undone.’
Fiction by K Patrick.
‘I followed him onto the dancefloor and he put his hands on my hips as if he’d known me for at least an hour.’
Fiction by Saba Sams.
‘Rosella and her co-creators curate an archive of pain, of endurance, of love and belonging, of alienation and disconnection.’
Nicole R. Fleetwood introduces the photography of Raphaela Rosella.
‘It’s hard to find a spot where the colony hasn’t reached; the landscape is consistently interrupted.’
Dominic Guerrera introduces artwork by James Tylor.
Winner of the Commonwealth Writers Short Story Prize for the Pacific region.
‘The moments of relief in this awful year that will stick with me are roaming around at strange hours, walking in the middle of the road.’
‘The hard thing, as Alice saw it, was that something bad had happened to her and it was private and then it wasn’t.’
‘A pair of seagulls. I say a pair. They might just be good friends.’
