ONE POEM – Brian Alkire

That albino slug
looks like mobile marzipan,
bending its neck for a nap
in the stitchwort
tufted beside the road.

ONE POEM – Paul Bavister

You slid the nit comb through my hair
then rinsed and laughed about how
you loved hunting them down

ONE POEM – Harriet Sandilands 

legs floating, brush of seaweed 
bulging water moves us 
up and down 
the shore seems very far away 

ESSAY | Initiation – Kate Stukenborg

I wanted to be a part of their club, their conversations, their laughter. Eating, I decided, was my way in.

FLASH FICTION | Blue Pieces of Sky – Mikki Aronoff

Stevie busies himself trying to match two blue pieces of sky. You watch him working the corners and the glands in your throat swell.

ONE POEM – Miriam Ashford

If you walk along a path
between forest and shore
between grains eroded by the sea
they were mountains once

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.

TWO POEMS – Stephanie Powell

Am I livestock or the boning knife?
Amongst the timid lambs, half-dreaming

FICTION | Rooms: A Love Letter – Annemarie McCarthy

Inside the atoms of the cavity block extension live the remnants of a thousand John Players.

FICTION | Bruises – Keenan Lew

They say a lot of the work of being poly is scheduling. When I say ‘they’ I mean smug influencers with poorly produced podcasts, and when I say ‘being poly’ I hate myself.

ONE POEM – Marianne Habeshaw

My family observes the emu cage. Beaks so vengeful, I realise we’re taking the piss.

ONE POEM – C.W.Bryan

I first saw her walking,
the folds of her ink blue dress
turning the earth;