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  •   We only received a handful of submissions for our latest poetry award, but that shouldn’t take the shine off our winner.   Congratulations to Alice Griffith, who won with her submission, Belly Belly.   Thanks to everyone who participated in our poetry awards. This is the last poetry award we’ll be running now. Keep […]

  •       try to avoid standing in the light of the fridge, it’s blue, unflattering   when I think of food I think of feasting serious feasting long wooden tables laden with dishes dishes piled high with pastries, fruit, oysters, cheeses… a feast of love where passion is aroused in every diner between the […]

  •   Belly, belly Be my world, Sphere bigger Than the starved unheard. Grumble When food’s in sight, Bloat more By every day and night. The other day I noted, cheap. A Jetstar flight In but a week. The destination? India! A place Of spice And simmered yum… Curries, Naan, Samosas hot! Apparently cheaper By a […]

  • AUDIO ONLY   The little one sits empty bowl on her head A noodly smile Her friend far away empty bowl in her hand waits for the men in blue hats  

  •     At the risk of sounding like a broken record, this was an amazing short list. Eleven high quality entries that tackled the theme in a variety of poignant and often funny ways. From a washed up comedian to a dead cat to a hungry patron with a strange phobia the short list was […]

  •   We got fish and chips on the beach and Camilla was there because she didn’t want me to be the only one having fish and chips with the boy she cheated on her boyfriend with. Freddy. That was the boy’s name. Every night she would come home and lie on the fish-scale mess of […]

  • You consider me a prude. Yes, I do have a fear of contamination. You will insist that it is a fear of contact, intimacy, eruption, and I will insist that it is not. How well paired we are. I rehearse what I am going to tell you, as I trip-skip across the road. I will […]

  •   The man unfolded his hands. A mouse sat content in his palm, a grey mouse with small crystalline eyes. The two little sparkles shone with a black brilliance in his palm. ‘I started out with this one.’ He husked ‘I found it on the kitchen bench, years ago, eating from the fruit bowl, mangled […]

  • Pete walked into the kitchen holding Fluffy like she was a dead cat. ‘What’s wrong with Fluffy?’ I asked. ‘She’s dead.’ ‘She can’t be,’ I said. ‘I saw her five minutes ago pigging down cat food.’ ‘Yeah. And two minutes ago she was sleeping under the front wheel of my car.’ ‘You’re joking?’ ‘Yes Jeff. […]

  •   Disordered and slipshod. Unprofessional and slapdash. Damien’s efforts were rooted in kindness as he pulled and jerked at the still warm skin of the kangaroo. Occasionally he paused to wipe the organic filth from between his fingers through his hair and over his thick side burns like a butcher’s apron. This carcass would be […]

  • Ah, welcome, welcome, dear visitors. Welcome to the Hunter’s Lodge. So nice to see fresh faces again around this place. Let me introduce myself, I am Mo, Head of Decorations here. I’ve had this position for over fifty years already. Yes sir, that is a long time! I have seen the place change, seen the […]

  • Eleanor analyzed the child as she plucked away at the threads. Stab, weave knot, pull. Stab, weave, knot, pull. Perfect precision. Her mother, Iza, brought her here three months ago after her father, Jer-ome (Iza put furious, consistent emphasis on “ome,” enough so that Eleanor wondered if this was indeed how his name was pronounced) […]