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Issue Details: First known date: 2015... no. 102 Summer 2015 of Voiceworks est. 1988 Voiceworks
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Colouring within the Lines, Elizabeth Flux , single work essay
'There is a photograph of me as a small child being held in my father’s arms, screaming blue murder as a giant, friendly-looking bunch of grapes leans in awkwardly. This is not a picture of defiance — it is a picture of me being terrified by someone who is just trying to do their job of being an anthropomorphic bundle of fruit at a Christmas parade.' (Introduction)
(p. 6-7)
Chase Friendships, Not Bylines, Broede Carmody , single work essay
'The Voiceworks editorial committee has been my adopted family for almost four years now. In that time—which is forever in internet years—I’ve learnt a lot about em-dashes and pop-culture references I’m too young to understand. I’ve also learnt how to have strong hair-game (thanks, Chloe and Adolfo).' (Introduction)
(p. 8-9)
Weird Dog Friend Visits the Moon, Mira Schlosberg , single work short story

'There is a weird dog that I love that lives around the corner. Actually there are two, but I feel closer to the smaller one, mostly because it sleeps near the end of the driveway behind the gate, and the bigger one sleeps back towards the house. They are both really old, and sleep on little carpet squares that the people move out into the sun when it's sunny and then back into the shade when it gets too hot. The weird dog that I love is the small one. It has blonde fur and the kind of ears that are pointy but then flop over There is some kind of problem with its tiny, skinny legs, so they get all shaky when it tries to stand up, and when it walks, it lifts them straight up without bending its knees...' (Publication abstract)

(p. 11-14)
Dolce Et Decorum Esti"pro patria - not", Oliver Moore , single work poetry (p. 15-16)
Heart of 1337n3ss - 15, Rebecca Cheers , single work essay

'Video games and I have lost touch over the last year. It could just be that I've gone back to university and I know that if I pick up a controller whole weeks could disappear. It could also be my growing discomfort around gaming and internet culture. In 2014, the Gamergate controversy whipped up a frenzy of backlash against calls for diverse representation in games; female game developers, journalists and public figures who supported the movement were targeted in massive harassment campaigns. The community has never felt colder. Last month I traded in my Playstation 3, complete with a 600- hour Skyrim save. The finality of it got me thinking - about a time when consoles loomed much larger in my life.'  (Publication abstract)

(p. 17-21)
Holding on to Smokei"The sound of breath over a bottle neck.", Izzy Roberts-Orr , single work poetry (p. 26-27)
Phantasm, Paul Dalla Rosa , single work short story

'Over November I house-sat and did things like flick through the books on their bookshelves and go through their home movies, watching and rewatching their children being born. I found the family's Christmas stash, deep in the master bedroom's closet, and from that stash took out the foot bath and slid it back into its box after use. I didn't feel bad about this as I took great care to wipe out any dead skin and reasoned that the water and salts in the foot bath were hot enough to kill anything that might linger. Afterwards I would dry my feet on their carpet and slowly paint my toenails...' (Publication abstract)

(p. 28-33)
Structural Violence : On Sex, Gender and the Medical Cis-tem, Asiel Adan Sanchez , single work essay
'They looked at the form. Choose one: 
'Fuck it, they thought, circling the male option. The pain was beginning to nauseate them and the anxiety wasn't helping.' 

 (Publication abstract)

(p. 35-41)
The Ways in Which Cerebral Palsy Has Paused My Sex Lifei"Hello Wilson. Yes, I do talk", Nina Carter , single work poetry (p. 42-43)
Stingos, Jonathan O’Brien , single work short story

'The kids followed Hunter out to sea and watched his perfect strokes in and across the water from the perches of their kayaks. 

'Cleanest air you'll ever find out here, Hunter said. And the city kids, who'd never been out from the land further than they could touch their feet flat on the sand, believed him. They didn't question him even when he paddled away from the school-shirt blue waters and into the shadows of seaweed and kelp. They didn't ask him if it was safe; he went first and they followed. And it was mostly safe...'  (Publication abstract)

(p. 44-49)
Living, Non-Livingi"Our primary school was next to a cemetery. One day someone saw the", Romy Durrant , single work poetry (p. 50-51)
16 Teaspoons, Olli Torres , single work essay
'When I tell my mother that I've been diagnosed with OCD, she laughs. "But your room is a mess." 
'She pays for the medication anyway.'

 (Publication abstract)

(p. 52-55)
A Bone Pearl, Page Tolmaci , single work short story

'On the boat stood a man of wood and an innocent of bone. The dark brown water of the river was crowded with the floating stalls and, like the others, the timbers of his vessel boasted the stamps of various collisions on their boughs. But beneath the battered exterior they housed the keepers of the market. A strong wind sent the boats rocking like cribs in a sunlit nursery while creamy white beads rattled in the barrels of the wooden man's narrow yellow boat...' (Publication abstract)

(p. 57-61)
How to Be a Soft Black Girl, Tabitha Prado-Richardson , single work poetry (p. 62-63)
The Be All and End All, Madeleine Streater , single work short story (p. 66-71)
The Motionsi"All these years and the months don’t know", Phoebe Chen , single work poetry (p. 72)
What Happens to a Family, Zhi Wei Wang , single work short story
It had just suddenly appeared. Around it stood a shiny pair of brown designer dress shoes, two pairs of worn-in leather school shoes (shoelaces untied), and a pink fluffy pair of bunny slippers. Two ginger-striped balls of fur shuffled next to the four pairs of shoes, and pawed at this existence. It was a just dot, no different to if a full stop had floated off a page and decided to hover in the living room of this family.' 

 (Publication abstract)

(p. 73-77)
Dead Birds and Egg-Yolk-Ambitionsi"I talk to the universe -", Zoe McDonald , single work poetry (p. 78-79)
Gardeningi"Soil is easier to move while grieving.", Broede Carmody , single work poetry (p. 83-84)
All in the Name of Wath, Kiki Havos , single work essay
'I once found myself in the unlikely position of helping a complete stranger hide his identity in the middle of a frenzied political rally. It was July 27, 2013, the day before the national election was scheduled for Cambodia, and I was being yelled at by my tuk tuk driver to quickly rip political stickers and posters off the inside of his cart. The streets of Phnom Penh were full of people shouting the names of officials I had never heard of and the lines to slogans I couldn't understand.' (Publication abstract)
(p. 85-89)

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