Is your history my history? I NEVER MET my grandfather, but we keep his skull on the top shelf of the hutch, behind two... By Cameron Muir
Soliloquy for one dead THAT THEY WERE both named Nigel is a distant memory, flotsam fading away. For now, it's the smells of... By James Phelan
Lowlife THE APARTMENT IS his again. She's gone – he's sure of it. They cooked up a storming fight over... By Stephen Smith
Flinch Society is concerned to tame the Photograph, to temper the madness which keeps threatening to explode in the face... By David Sornig
Requiem Selected for Best Australian Stories 2006ON MARCH 11, 2004, Fresneda walked down the street outside El Pozo station in... By Shane Strange
Emily Selected for Best Australian Stories 2006IN ORDER TO get my novel published, I told book publishers Allen & Unwin... By Daniel Wynne
Mac attack BACK IN THE very early '90s, McDonald's is still number one. Before Nandos and Subway and juice bars, and... By Sally Breen
Just passing through I MET A hippy on the road to Port Vila. His pale dreadlocks set him apart from the other... By Kelly Chandler
Publish and grow WHAT POSSESSES A twenty-seven-year-old writer without publishing success, without professional employment, living in a new country and with no... By Rachel Funari
Lopping tall poppies I WANT TO play God Only Knows at my wedding. A weird confession perhaps, but when you write books with swear... By Ryan Heath
Developing a Rimbaud complex No one is serious at seventeen.– Arthur Rimbaud LIKE MANY CHILDREN born in the 1980s, I grew up mostly with... By Matthew Lowe
The last time I saw Grant I WAS SCROUNGING for records in a little store in Brisbane's West End the last time I saw Grant.... By Andrew Stafford