by Donna Mazza
In the toilets at the back of the doctor’s surgery I pee into a plastic jar. Of course I also pee on my hand, I’m sure everyone does, but I wipe it dry with a piece of toilet paper and screw on the yellow lid. This is it—the test.
Just an eye-dropper of urine on the stick and they know right away. He turns to me and smiles.
And so it begins.
Volume 60 Number 1, July 2015
Cover: Self at home Portrait of Randolph Stow at Forrest River Mission
1957, National Library of Australia, Papers of Randolph Stow MSACC10.128. © Randolph Stow Estate
Issue 60.1 features previously unpublished work from Dorothy Hewett, photography by Randolph Stow, and a strong collection of contemporary poetry, essays and short stories.