Higher (0)
11/12/09 •
by J.S. Breukelaar
Bobby left the apartment and went to find the DJ, but the DJ had left the building. At the end of the hall, he pushed through a door and began to climb the stairs, dark drifts of dust at the edges. At the top of the stairs, he pushed hard against another door, [...]
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Heavy Weather (0)
11/11/09 •
by Jay Stern
It was a zombie day. One of them sat on a branch of the old box gum across the street, eating his own entrails. The sky so grey, the streetlights so sulphurous. Night had not come. It would never come. The zombies on the porch next door were making a meal out of Mrs Baldacci. I remembered Mrs Baldacci’s nettle risotto. I’d never eat that again. So many experiences gone forever. Elaine lay still beside me. One half of her face bitten like a cookie, but that didn’t spoil her beauty. Not to me.
Jay Stern attends the University of Western Sydney
Life, Schmife (0)
11/04/09 •
By Jay Stern (with apologies to Ron Carlson)
What if Bigfoot stole my life? I mean, my wife. What if Bigfoot stole my wife? Someone in class came up with that, and they said it wasn’t original, but it ‘resonated’ more for them than the other idea being floated: What if a guy discovers a surprising [...]
Blue Moves on Scribd (0)
10/23/09 •
The first chapter of TFP’s co-editor, JS Breukelaar’s novel-in-waiting, Blue Moves, is posted up now on Scribd: http://www.scribd.com/doc/21236009/Blue-Moves
