This month sees publication of our newest print issue, Hobart #15: HOTEL CULTURE. As such, and as... more
This month sees publication of our newest print issue, Hobart #15:... more
got off the airplane, spencer landed like an hour ago. either he is in the... more
The air in the bedroom sags with mist that won’t touch anything. It hangs around the built-in bed, and stationary lamp, and my sisters and Ma. I can’t be in there. The noises are terrible, and the haze smells like evergreens. It makes me homesick.
Mother is sitting in the kitchen with the Bible and a fresh stack of paper. A cigarette smokes in the ashtray and the sink is full of dishes. “It’s not what you think,” I whisper to the boy I have brought home. Later I will suck his thoughts dry.
According to Ronnie, the small man in the black shirt, I am indeed
the world's most... more