The Blue Nib
Hi literary gangsters, this is just an update to let you know that two of my poems, My Elegant Hoon and Hell’s Gate are published in Issue 41 of The …
Hi literary gangsters, this is just an update to let you know that two of my poems, My Elegant Hoon and Hell’s Gate are published in Issue 41 of The …
Stay home wash your hands The heroic act inverts Do not give flowers Thanks to Flickr photographer missannafaye for the use of your pic
If only the restaurant had been open tonight. We may have romanced by an open fire, red wine-stained lips posting words of encouragement, of faith, of trust, of companionship, and …
A poem: My elegant hoon, my flint by sunrise | Striking tar with her tortured car…
Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …
The uni trimester ended while leaves still clung to the trees. Betsie found herself missing the crunching sound of the fallen leaves as she travelled home, the audible sound of …
I fog the window with my breath, smudge it with my hand when I see her coming down the path. Sheβs all but six foot and her hair is as …
He unwrapped the sheet from her ankle and she eased from the side of the bed and leaned over the pearl white dresser. He could now see her body with …
Hi Literary Gangsters. Oh, what’s been on my mind? Oh just letting loose on language, that’s all really. But sometimes it’s fun to keep things tight. I saw a prompt …
Maggie enjoyed dressing in blue denim overalls when she was small, they were just like mine. She liked to visit me in the shed while I worked on an engine …
It’s true. Not all love stories have happy endings. Or beginnings. Or anything that once acquired the elements of ‘fairytale feelings’. Director Noel Anderson combines Melbourne Indie writers (one of …
Jawa was born in Armidale NSW, taken on as a pup in my uni days. Since then has lived in the NSW country town of Culcairn, at Red Rock Beach …
He waddles through the front door bearing a rustic suitcase and treasure shaped box, most likely holding all of his lifeβs possessions. Mauritius, he says to me. I go Mauritius. …
Too impatient for the lift, he takes the stairs, the tail of his coat nips his heals as he swings his body around each corner railing between floors. In his …
“Take not from the Past its ashes but its fire” – Anon. From ‘Hemingway In Love And War’, Henry S. Villard and James Nagel.
A girl in red. On this corner. I’m talking to her. Well, she’s talking to me, fluttering in front of me. I guess itβs the suit. “What’s a gorgeous man …
Everyone goes to sleep early and without ten quarrels. I get to kick back and watch television, whatever channel I like. I flick through nine channels. I’m left snacks: eight …
She doesn’t look at me in the same way anymore. I tell her everyday I still love her but she doesn’t hear me. She’s moved on. We used to take …
She haunts those with restless eyes. Unsettles mysterious tones, Unexposed woes, An oppressed drone. Echoes fears for thoughts Through a sonar swell From the unknown. She cradles in her fingertips, …
Guest post by Olaf I wake up and reach my arm across. I’m startled, scared unsure. My heart beats fast and I’m frightened. Β Panicked. I’m sweating. I look around frantically …
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