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By David Milroy Murandoo A Murandoo bathed in the final embers of the day, unaware that its blood red anthill platform had unmasked its speckled camouflage. Bailey slammed on the brakes and leapt from his Toyota, chasing the lizard across the dry riverbed and up onto the bank. Before it could scurry into a hole…

They search for meaning in the volumes of thick paper stitched together in fine leather with gilt borders on the shelves of libraries housed in their great temples—so many smart words ordered in regimental lines—but essence cannot be captured in a story with a beginning, a middle and an end and packaged up neatly into […]
By Paul Hetherington Tumultuous, for months the aftermath of fire— burnt stumps, spindles of trees, ash rising on the slightest wind, wafting, sinking like particles of memory, nights charred with recollection, cries chasing conversations, and incalescent weather like 40 days of sunstroke darkening the district. The local store piled its verandah with new goods, stashed […]
A new year usually brings refreshed optimism, talk of resolutions and hopes for the year ahead. We associate Australian summers with beach holidays, eating too much stone fruit and forgetting what day it is in the elastic time between Christmas and new year.  The beginning of 2020 is different. This summer is punctuated by bushfire […]
A new year usually brings refreshed optimism, talk of resolutions and hopes for the year ahead. We associate Australian summers with beach holidays, eating too much stone fruit and forgetting what day it is in the elastic time between Christmas and new year.  The beginning of 2020 is different. This summer is punctuated by bushfire […]
Best writing advice you’ve ever received? The best writing advice I ever received came from Robyn Mundy, author of beautiful novels like Wildlight, who encouraged me to write the way I wanted, about the things I wanted to, not what I felt I should. My writing practice is very eclectic but has never been very edgy. […]
By Kate Rizzetti Heat prickled against Pat’s skin like Keith’s unshaven kiss. She stood on the crisping grass of her front yard watching butterflies of ash land in the palm of her hand.  The air wrapped around her tight, like a blanket, stifling breath. The swollen flesh of her feet oozed out between the straps of […]
When I move out of our shared home, I take with me my personal items and clothes and not much else. My absence is most noticeable in the near-empty bookshelves. Once double-stacked, the books are now packed into three denominations; for storage (in boxes), for donation (in tote bags), and to read (carried in stacks […]
At daybreak I follow you, search for footholds. Soft dawn light lifts above the horizon, tilts me horizontal. I half-watch the loose ground, half-watch the notch-notch-notch curve of your spine press-press against your shirt as you climb the incline ahead of me, I climb; I am inclined. You lead me to the top of a […]
I’d kept a blog through my teenage years, partly out of curiosity about the Internet, which was still pretty new to us back then. I’d written diligently about completely inane and vapid details of my daily life as a completely ordinary teenager. Then at some point—I’m still not quite sure when—I stopped blogging and somehow […]
In 1999, the Belgian artist Francis Alÿs, known for, amongst other things, pushing a block of ice through the streets of Mexico City (Paradox of Praxis 1, 1997), took a walk across Hyde Park in London. The walk, memorialised only in a simple, unembellished photograph of an aerial view of the park, he titled ‘Pebble Walk’, christening […]

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