y separately published work icon Voiceworks periodical issue  
Alternative title: Hum
Issue Details: First known date: 2019... no. 117 December 2019 of Voiceworks est. 1988 Voiceworks
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Yrneropck (Uglegorsk), Alex Menyhart , single work prose

'The sun is dark orange. It's going down behind the chimneys of an abandoned factory, towards the hills surrounding the town. Sparrows feed in the eaves of apartment blocks. I look to my right and see Vasily wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his t-shirt. The sun is moving slowly, reluctantly, giving him time. We turn up a dirt road. The valley is alive with barking, as if the dogs sense someone new, or someone old. Our van stops outside a green wooden house. A woman is coming to the gate.' (Publication abstract)

 

 (p. 8-16)
The Sound of Your Humi"is the rangehood fan that sucks up", Charlotte Smee , single work poetry (p. 17-18.)
Oyster, Lou Garcia-Dolnik , single work
''In the summer of my' sixtieth year, I left the Old Place where I was born. It was a very nice place, though I couldn't bear to stay much longer due to the heat, which was too stifling for anything, save contemplating its weight on the body. The Old Place had barely withstood the trauma of humans - scraps of glass and metal littered the surface, curlicued junk strewn everywhere, so sharp our feet grew hard and muscular to resist it. There were none of those things called maps by which I could chart my journey. No phones or compasses or even torchlights, only some old hand tools and bits of food which my family packed in a cloth sack, and a mould-eaten photograph of an oyster pinned to my lapel.' 

 (Publication abstract)

 (p. 19-23)
Chlorine, Harriet Donegan , single work prose
'Dad says I've always asked him hard questions that require diamond answers. Why is the sky blue? Is transformation the same as progress? Can things remain the same while looking different?'

 (Publication abstract)

 (p. 27-35.)
Self and Blue Tongue Lizardsi"the dragon of self-reference consumes itself", Munira Tabassum Ahmed , single work poetry (p. 36-37)
The Pebble, Lena Wang , single work short story
' 'Dad tells me I should' learn how to speak. As he says this, I see the pebble in his mouth. A smooth river-stone, round and flat.' (Publication abstract)
 (p. 38-40)
I like You but I Find You Intimidating, Ryan Bautista , single work prose
' 'Look, he's catwalking,' says the straight guy from the year above me, as my high school BFFLs and I go our separate ways after school. His girl best friends tell him to shut up; I give him the dirties and continue 'catwalking' until I get home.'  (Publication abstract)
 (p. 42-48)
Bonya Bonyai"This small lifeless incubator", Anna-Rose Kirchner , single work poetry (p. 49-50)
Ep#208 : Jo's Airport Adventure, A. C. Ledgerwood , single work short story

'As she waits for her husband at Arrival Gate Five, Joanne's knees creak in protest. The pain is now more noticeable than the young voices coming from her headphones...' (Publication abstract)

 (p. 53-59)
Familial Eclipse of the Heart, April Rasmussen , single work prose
'I'm home for the summer and we spend a couple days driving north, through the Nevadan desert. The tremors in Dad's right arm have grown worse since I saw him two years ago. Dad is driving, but really it's a toss-up: we are both a poor choice of driver. His condition worsens in this desert heat and under stress, but he makes me too nervous to drive. He's always commenting on my speed, or staring at me pointedly to take the next exit.' 

 (Publication abstract)

 (p. 60-63)
Aubade to My Mother Humming in the Kitcheni"Like a strange tune, she hovers over the stove", Janiru Liyanage , single work poetry (p. 64-65)
Grantville, Avery Garrick , single work short story
' 'Greta Leibowitz, the mail-carrier' for Grantville, arrived in her spiffy new van with a bright new logo. She was greeted by the sight of every single man on the street walking out to check their mail at once. She was glad for some fresh faces, even as each new person said, 'thank you for the delivery' with the same politely hollow tone and tight expression reserved for postal workers. She felt like she was being watched - not leered at, but scrutinized. Even as she drove to the next street on her route.'

 (Publication abstract)

 (p. 67-71)
Blow-by-Blow, Clare Millar , single work

'On a bright but breezy, cool day in August, I start a long drive out to the bush. My car heats up as I drive. At a red light I remove my coat. The sun streams into the windows as I get further away from the suburbs. Healesville is not close to home but I feel myself relax as the scenery changes to eucalypts and fresh air.'  (Publication abstract)

 

 (p. 73-77)
Hecate, Gillian Hagenus , single work short story
''Mama is outside burning rosemary'. The wolf we caught this morning is hanging from the tree by one leg. He was making a racket before, but now he is quiet and very still. His eyes are open and staring at me and I can see in them his little demon hound starting to form. Mama says we aren't supposed to get wolves out this way, but they come for her because Mama is special.'

 (Publication abstract)

 (p. 82-87)
On 50s Theories and Fridgesi"The lights feel too bright today & I wish I could shove", Brianna Bullen , single work poetry (p. 88-89)
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