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The rosy she-oak table gleams, laden with bowls of steamy stew, a bottle of red and four glasses. The glissando of our...

By Laura Jan Shore

QUESTIONS, QUESTIONS AND more questions. Twenty-seven pages of questions for the applicant and seventeen for the sponsor. Is the relationship...

There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to...

By Alicia Sometimes

OUR FOOTSTEPS ECHO as we climb the stairs. My grandma holds my hand. Shhhhh – be quiet! My grandpa is sleeping. The...

By Favel Parrett

On the first Sunday of our summer-reading program, Griffith Review shines a spotlight on Mirandi Riwoe’s ‘Gold mountain woman’,...

By Mirandi Riwoe

DECEMBER NIGHTS IN the mountains of the Abruzzo are long. People get cabin-fever in these snow-bound high villages on...

RUBBERNECKING. THERE’S NO denying that was my intention as I huddled with the growing crowd behind the blue-and-white checkered tape,...

By Sheila Ngoc Pham

ANNIE TRIED TO leave. She had no cash, just a car full of possessions. She’d worked full-time for four...

By David Peetz

EVERY MORNING I would press my nose against the glass and try to imagine what this place could be....

IF, LIKE ME, you have very few better things to do with your time, you may have noticed the...

By Michael Dulaney

‘STRAYLYA’. THAT’S HOW I can remember first hearing it – stray-lya – as if it was a place filled with strays. I wasn’t...

By Pat Hoffie

ON A DUSTY corner just before the Oodnadatta Track begins to unfurl across the centre of Australia, there is an...

By Ben Stubbs