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'For those of you who have submitted and read the previous incarnation of StylusLIt, Stylus Poetry Journal, thank you all for your good wishes for the new publication. StylusLit includes more genres to accommodate short fiction and creative non-fiction, two genres which I think are generally overlooked. On our team is Andrew Leggett, fiction and creative non-fiction editor, Alison Clifton, reviews editor, while I am poetry editor.' (Introduction)
Notes
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Only literary material by Australian authors individually indexed. Other material in this issue includes:
- Excerpt from a Narrative in Progress by American writer Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino
Contents
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A Pig and a Tram,
single work
autobiography
'I first met my father Jack McIntosh when I was six years old and he was 28. One day a strange man was sitting at the kitchen table. I thought he was a visitor but Mum said, “Give your father a kiss”. I stamped my foot and ran outside, bawling loudly. “No, no, he’s not my father. I won’t kiss him. I won’t.” Mum said later I wouldn’t come inside until she promised to buy me an ice cream. He was always around after that.' (Introduction)
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The Battle of Kowloon Tong,
single work
autobiography
'Randy Munoz was the toughest kid in Kowloon Tong. For a start he had a knife. He first produced it on a YMCA camping trip we went on to some small, rugged islands in the Port Shelter group in the waters off Sai Kung in the eastern part of the New Territories.
We were bunked down in a huge shed on one of the islands because it was raining at the time and late at night contraband items including Scotch whisky (Johnny Walker red label to be precise) and Cuban cigars were produced by some of the older boys who must have been only 13 or 14. Randy, meanwhile, had his knife and during our weekend, which always reminds me of Lord of the Flies for some strange reason, we practised throwing it – sometimes at tree trunks, sometimes at the ground and sometimes at each other’s feet, nimbly jumping from side to side to avoid the blade.' (Introduction)
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The Swampfrog Hotel,
single work
short story
'Her mother was calling but Clare ignored her. Clare was in the corner of the backyard behind the shed looking for dead insects. Clare knew it would be an order to do another chore. She was busy sucking on the lolly that she had taken without permission, and she was picking her nose. She looked up and saw her mother’s hand come down on her arm. Clare let out a cry and wondered what it was for – the lolly or the nose picking? Then the hand came down again and she knew it was for both.' (Introduction)
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Angela Meyer in Conversation with Rosanna Licari,
Rosanna Licari
(interviewer),
single work
interview
'Q1. Angela, your last two years in publishing have consisted of being part of a team to set up Echo, an imprint of Bonnier Publishing Australia. This was to allow Echo to build an adult publishing list, while its sister imprint, Five Mile Press, continues catering for children. What was it like to be in at the beginning of an imprint and list, under the auspice of international companies, Bonnier Publishing and Bonnier Books?' (Introduction)
- A Machine to Delete the Nowi"I’ll email you my alibi", single work poetry
- Aeriali"They are the true punks, darkness-", single work poetry
- Breeding Seasoni"Your eye is on me.", single work poetry
- Curriculumi"they are learning to read;", single work poetry
- Her Singularityi"In that moment all her desires", single work poetry
- Human Geometryi"nude contours", single work poetry
- Key to Exhibitsi"That an instrument of torture might be redeemed by removing it from the glass cabinet & hanging it from a wintering tree.", single work poetry
- Knittingi"My sister has disappeared and I am knitting", single work poetry
- Last Bus from Sounioni"Gazing at the hills beyond Anavissos,", single work poetry
- Openingi"The incision – mine anyway –", single work poetry
- Palimpsest, single work poetry
- Plenishi"A swelling or blockage, the stopped trumpet", single work poetry
- Pulsei"‘I don’t know many words, only blue,’", single work poetry
- Schopenhaueri"thinking", single work poetry
- Stringing Body to Cloud, Katoombai"(I’d hung up the phone. I’d been talking with the woman I loved in a fierce, steady flame.)", single work poetry
- The Fisherman’s Wifei"Stolen from the sea,", single work poetry