The Dutch Widow
by Jennifer Compton
We slept through it, we knew nothing — she said —
until they knocked on our door. The poor girl died
in her car on our front lawn. People started saying
that we couldn’t live here anymore but I told them
by the time I was ten I had seen enough dead bodies
to fill Frankston cemetery.
Volume 57 Number 2, November 2012
Cover: Marie McNeil. Thread bare: who I am and who am I.
Collage with needlework on paper, 2012. A Foucaultian search for my mother. Digital montage, in collaboration, Rosalie Okely.
57:2
November 1, 2012
$14.95
issue contents
Articles
Tiffany Shellam
Tropes of friendship, undercurrents of fear: alternative emotions on the ‘Friendly Frontier’
Rachel Robertson
The Air that Falls: ethics and aftermath
Commentary
Clint Bracknell
Re-imaging Frontiers: a reflection on Tiffany Shellam’s Shaking Hands on the Fringe
Essays
Kim Scott
A whisper in stone
Blaze Kwaymullina
Frozen Colonial Soldiers: Aboriginal Research and the Archives
Alice Pung
Writing about my Father in Her Father’s Daughter
Frank Moorhouse
The First Negotiation, Amorality, and Temerity
Benjamin Law
Network Til It Hurts
Alison and Graham Kershaw
Hallowing Dark Diamonds
Memoir
Rozanna Lilley
Catastrophic
Poetry
Jennifer Compton
Eabhan Ni Shuileabháin
Diane Fahey
Brett Dionysius
Jill Jones
Caitlin Maling
Ross Donlon
Maria Takolander
Judy Johnson
Paul Summers
Graham Kershaw
John Kinsella
Christopher Konrad
Bruce Dawe
Michelle Leber
Marjorie Main
Andrew Taylor
Mark Lyall
Robyn Rowland
Mags Webster
Kia Groom
Nigel Ellis
Ron Pretty
Shane McCauley
Belinda Rule
Fiction
Lucy Neave
Love Animals
Laurence Steed
The knife
Robyn Mundy
The Forgeries
Breton Dukes
A Feer of Eels
Nicole Sinclair
The Nest
Marcella Polain
A Calf is an Animal
