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Perth, Australia

bum left hand pageAn essay from Issue 4 by Julian Hewitt, with illustrations by Simon Greiner.

‘The daily, gusty sea breeze is colloquially referred to as the “Fremantle Doctor” in honour of the stench of burning human flesh blown inland from the Fremantle crematoria in the early days of the colony’s existence.’


Nick Coyle ballad, from issue 4

As I Was Walking Through The Bush by Nick Coyle
Read the poem here.

george-stubbsThe Kongouro From New Holland, George Stubbs, 1773

As I was walking through the bush,
Big sun rolling gold in the gums, I
Met a kangaroo, a big one too
Propped up on shaky arms.

‘Wait, mate,’ he whispered,
Voice flanked by white foam, red
‘Hark you to me, I’ve a secret for thee
Before I’m called home, dead.’

Read the full poem here.