At The Corner Bar read-in, a man wearing large work boots and with dark hair flopping over his forehead sits on a love seat, reading. A woman wearing a golden sweater hovers over him.
“Excuse... [+]
At The Corner Bar read-in, a man wearing large work boots and with dark hair flopping over his forehead sits on a love seat, reading. A woman wearing a golden sweater hovers over him.
“Excuse... [+]
I’m writing about the witch in the woods for my social history project. Ms. Titian said to interview an elderly relative but mine all died before I was born, so I’m doing the witch. James Suggs... [+]
In front of him, for nearly every minute he was awake, there was a screen.
He tried to recall a time when it wasn’t this way. He couldn’t, so he watched old movies to try to remember.... [+]
Standing amidst the hum of traffic, ghost memories rise up to meet us. They carry us along former creeks and rivulets, through paperbark forests and well-worn tracks dissected by gridded streets and... [+]
It rains continuously as I drive north along Marmion Avenue.
‘It’s just a shack,’ Julia had said. ‘Don’t say you weren’t warned.’
I turn the key and push the door inwards... [+]
The City is all about scale. An ocean laps at its chest. Mines yawn below its feet. Desserts warm its cheeks with big huffs of wind. In its heart, concrete towers draw squinting eyes toward the sky, a... [+]
By the time you knew love, The Rent-A-CD shop had become a branch of state government, demolished, like the rest of your city, in a summer that stretched into nearly a decade of detours.
It’s... [+]
I move into the lake house when I am twenty-three. Spring is turning to summer. The air is heavy with the smell of decomposing algae. I have just finished my degree and I am at a loss; adulthood is... [+]
I arrive at the bus stop heading for work and see the moon has fallen from the sky and is resting in a crater where the Bell Tower used to be. I’m struck by how unimpressive it looks close up, beige... [+]
When she remembers visiting Dad in his high-rise building each holidays, she thinks about how walking down Adelaide Terrace felt like walking through a canyon; how she was small anyway, but felt... [+]