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Donald Revell
Stephen Burt
Paul Hoover
Jonah Winter
Cathy Wagner
Reginald Shepherd
Nin Andrews
Sophia Kartsonis
Sandra Miller
Joshua Harmon
Devin Johnston
Chuck Zerby
Sara Henning
Ognjen Smiljanic
Lance Phillips
Peter Drake
Kathleen Byrne
Ernest Hilbert
Garth Greenwell
Marc McKee

Criticism

Brian Henry on Kinsella
Gabriel Welsch on Northrop
Gabriel Welsch on Smith
Cecily Iddings on Ruefle
Christopher McDermott on Wenderoth

Coral Hull is the author of more than thirty-five books of poetry, fiction and photography. She is an animal rights advocate who has spent much of her life working voluntarily on behalf of animals, both as an individual and for various non-profit organisations. She has recently completed a book called Voices from the Dark with writer Sandy Jeffs that explores mental illness and creativity.

From The Docks

Hey Sailor Boys – you’ve come a long way

Don’t miss out on this one – let’s play!

C’mon U.S. Navy – let’s have some fun!!

Call me now. – you’ve come a long way.

Call me for a good time – let’s play!!

Mature gentlemen welcome – I got toys

For boys – the seven wonders of the world –

So come and get it – you won’t regret it!

Hey Sailor Boy – don’t miss out on me.

Hey Sailor Boys – you’ve come a long way

Don’t miss out on this one – let’s play!

C’mon U.S. Navy - let’s have some fun!!

Call Sharlena on. – you’ve come a long way.

Call me for a good time – let’s play!!

Mature gentlemen welcome – I got toys

For boys – the seven wonders of the world –

So come and get it – you won’t regret it!

Hey Sailor Boy – don’t miss out on me.

My Father’s Penis

My father’s penis floated on the water in the bath. It was the biggest one we

had ever seen, apart

from the dogs. It was like one of those paper boats racing down a storm water

channel on a street,

with the wild shrieking kids all chasing after it. It was connected to his body,

but it could go

anywhere. Dale whispered, “dad’s got a big dick!” We sniggered like fools.

Brendon poked his tongue

out behind his glasses with the black patch over one eye. His tongue looked like

it!  We stifled a

shriek, our tears squeezing out. We would have chased dad’s body bit like

enthusiastic dogs, if he

had suddenly thrown it over a cliff. “Shut-up you idiots,” I said. We had found

the secret lollie of

adulthood. “Get away from your father you lot!” mum called out. We almost died

by her discovery. The

bath water swirled and shifted. We guessed that dad’s eyes were on the open

bathroom door. I had

only met my father in his sullen black suit, half turned away, drunk and

smoking. I’d never met his

private part and my brothers were curious. We didn’t want to hear about his job.

We wanted to see

him naked and know he was our protector. He was embarrassed and tried to shut

the door without

getting out of the bath. We heard him move, the pale lochness monster. The worn

grey water sucked up

beneath his massive hairy legs and we raced down the hallway as excited as pups.

Our small heads

peeking around the corners, to await the great sinking of the suburban water

beast. Once the soap

was lifted we returned. It was so odd it frightened us. There was nothing

sexually charged about it,

just that my father had became a man. His penis was simply what my brother’s

bodies would become. It

was vulnerable like a pink sea sponge or a small whip bird that had landed on

his stomach. He was a

floating log of skin. Soon the bath water turned milky with soap and his penis

sank to the bottom.

It waited for him to lift himself out.