Art and Artifice

Art and Artifice

Words || Sunil Badami I’ve been thinking a lot about stories, and storytelling lately. I suppose I should — after all, I’m a writer. Aren’t stories my stock in trade?  But, like most writers, a lot of my time is spent thinking about other things — mainly the things...
The Good Doctor

The Good Doctor

Words || Luke Carman Each morning, on the outskirts of Penrith, where the neighbour’s cows sag on the tilting fences staked into moss-green hills, Dr Anthony Seage would rise to squint into the endless predawn traffic, away from his still-sleeping wife and children,...
The Ghosts of Eleanor Dark

The Ghosts of Eleanor Dark

Words by Luke Carman I was raised in a house where inconspicuous wards were placed in every room to protect us against the threat of supernatural entities – an evil eye over the front door, rings blessed by priests hanging from boards, statuettes of saints by the...
Keep Going, Get Better || Luke Carman

Keep Going, Get Better || Luke Carman

Words || Luke Carman  In November 2018 there was an arts festival out in Blacktown. Each evening the festivities began with an address from a Bigambul Elder named Uncle Wes, who told stories on the library steps with his mic crackling against the caprice of the summer...
“London”  by Kevin Hart

“London” by Kevin Hart

London   You take a trip to London for a laugh And in a brawling boozy sleep you dream The Queen has kicked the bucket. “Treachery!”   They scream, and soon enough some stiff old gent With scratchy wig roars out, “Off with his head!” (Then whispers, “Nothing personal,...
John Watson: “David Brooks in Slovenia”

John Watson: “David Brooks in Slovenia”

Words || John Watson  ‘Swimming when the bell strikes five’: The bell shakes drops into the sea, The fifth finds me, as ever, there. Swallows like jets on swooping raids Sky-larking in the pulsing air “Make my head their conning tower.’ Then...
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