So next time you feel so anxious that you can hardly unlock the door,
remember that the world holds your feet
Category: contemporary society
TWO POEMS – KG Newman
First day of the World Series,
autumn hanging on, each tree
seeing who can keep from
being a skeleton the longest
COMFORT FOODS // Ends and Pieces – Lisa Ochoa
You’ve probably never noticed them. Their red and white box usually sits well below their thick-cut, smoked, and maple-flavored cousins in their clear ‘look at me!’ packaging. Or, sometimes, Ends and Pieces aren’t displayed at all, and you have to ask the butcher for them. Because mind you, they are the ends and pieces, the leftovers, the scraps. Who would want them?
My mom, that’s who.
FICTION | Light of The World – Sue Beardon
How she longs for the asteroid to come, to show them how little they controlled anything.
INTERVIEW | Artist Mimi Kunz
I found that writing and art keep me sane, they’re like a room of my own in a time when I’m rarely alone.
FICTION | Rooms: A Love Letter – Annemarie McCarthy
Inside the atoms of the cavity block extension live the remnants of a thousand John Players.
ONE POEM – Marianne Habeshaw
My family observes the emu cage. Beaks so vengeful, I realise we’re taking the piss.
ONE POEM – Atma Frans
They’re small animals
wriggling to get out
Just let us touch the crust, they say
feel it crackle
ONE POEM – Satya Bosman
I know it’s over when I picture the train carriage
it’s an old-fashioned carriage with burgundy velvet seats
a little room in my memory.
TWO POEMS – Simon French
For the good of the country we claimed their land & property. It was necessary for the people.
ONE POEM – Helen Ferris
In the southern heat,
giddiness spread in a slick of sweat.
A stale and sweet smell embraced the girls
as they danced and danced
and would not stop dancing.
ONE POEM – Emily Tee
and there, by the weekend-quiet school, at the edge of the pavement, was the mouse
lying on its side, a small trickle of blood / from its open mouth
Porridge 