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Issue Details: First known date: 2013... vol. 32 no. 1 2013 Social Alternatives
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* Contents derived from the 2013 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
I Am Herei"Leaving home when darkness falls", Mary Chydiriotis , single work poetry (p. 4)
Carefullyi"I can't say it's love", Andy Jackson , single work poetry (p. 4)
Raspberry - Lemonadei"he was used to the smell of beer already from", B. R. Dionysius , single work poetry (p. 11)
Friedrich Nietzsche Contemplates the Metaphori"The first day light, then water, third day land,", Norm Neill , single work poetry (p. 11)
Orange Crushi"I first heard REM's Orange Crush", Nathanael O'Reilly , single work poetry (p. 18)
Porridgei"We lived for days on Nescafe Blend 43", Nathanael O'Reilly , single work poetry (p. 18)
Trapdoori"On weekends he earned his wet badge of courage,", B. R. Dionysius , single work poetry (p. 18)
The Last Supperi"I even remembers the last meal I had 'fore them white men snatched me up: corn balls with thick", Tinashe Pwiti , single work poetry (p. 35)
Not Another Hairy Panic Grass Poemi"It was like this: a poet and her son, L-plates plastered front and back,", Jane Downing , single work poetry (p. 43)
Yaru Yaru Young Dreamers, Karina Talbott , single work short story
'Which way to White Street?' There was me, Malaki, standing by with my watiyan, my spear, tightly gripped, and there was Gericault, Blake and Tintoretto, working quick like little buzz buzz bees to procure us some Fumy Juice for an evening of brain fry. 'Yaru yaru young dreamers,' I hissed, 'we best get us some medicine before the night is olden.' And quick as a wink they were then, that precious violet honey reaching the brim of our yi-yi jar. Tintoretto, the darkest of we four, licked his lips and made out to drink the whole lot right then before we all chimed in with 'No jest Tin-Tin!' For there was still plenty of blackness to enjoy that evening through crystal eyes. We were closest kin back then, never a spite or spat between us, and it was as if this medicine could last us always, though, as you will see, it was not the great karntana's plan, and there was plenty yulamara - plenty sadness to be born...'

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(p. 56-58)
Cyclei"the political cycle", Mark Roberts , single work poetry (p. 58)

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