Motel Ghosts Ever wonder where they go? The souls of the extinct—not the bones of pipistrelles, finer than eyelashes, the rufous down of boobook owls or starry pelts of quolls, ... Read More

The Wallpaper The wallpaper was a forest. You had put it up with your father. You let me into the new dappled world behind your desk. When you sat in ... Read More

Review by David Thomas Henry Wright Edited by Robyn Cadwallader Les Wicks’ Getting By  Not Fitting In opens with two quotes, one by Mao Tse-tung: ‘All is chaos under the heavens, the ... Read More