New Poetry from Charlene Kwiatkowski

19 January 2021 PULP Literature 0

Winner of the 2020 Magpie Award for Poetry for ‘they say you will teach me more than I will ever teach you’, Charlene Kwiatkowski has a knowing finger on the pulse of family. Charlene has generously gifted us with another of her beautiful pieces. ‘How far the apple falls’ is an ekphrastic poem inspired by the poignant surrealist sculpture Father and Son.

‘Chimaera’ by Weiwei Xu

15 January 2021 PULP Literature 0

Belonging In Weiwei Xu‘s graphic short ‘Chimæra’, a child experiences the pull of possible selves that exists when living in an ‘in-between’ cultural space. As […]

New Poetry from Maria Ford

12 January 2021 PULP Literature 0

Sway, Bend, Sigh That phrase — sway, bend, sigh — is just one of the many evocative images from Maria Ford‘s second-place-winning poem for our […]

‘Mourgadze’ by Cameron MacDonald

8 January 2021 PULP Literature 0

Left Behind In ‘Mourgadze’ by Cameron MacDonald, winner of the 2019 SiWC Storytellers Award, there’s more than just chewed-up pens and crumpled paper to discover […]

‘Starry Nights’ by David Milne

5 January 2021 PULP Literature 0

In ‘Starry Nights’ by David Milne, glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars aren’t the only thing to appear when the lights go out. Enjoy this excerpt from Pulp Literature Issue 28, Autumn 2020 as a young man is about to discover the many things that can go bump in the night

Throwback Thursday: A Look Back at 2020

31 December 2020 PULP Literature 0

The first version of this blog post was rather sombre; the second a little too cheeky. How does one talk about a year full of fear and loss, toilet paper and hand sanitizer?

‘Hoax’ by Susan Pieters

30 December 2020 PULP Literature 0

To Cut or Not to Cut That is the question! Desperate times call for desperate measures, as Susan Pieters in ‘Hoax’ unlocks a secret and […]

Throwback Thursday: A Christmas Story — and a Christmas Offer!

24 December 2020 PULP Literature 0

Proust had his madeleine; I have the Christmas tree. One whiff of the sharp sappy pine, with its hints of citrus and earth, and I am my childhood self. But what if that memory prompt, that necessary object, ceased to exist?’ Find out with this chilling excerpt from Pulp Literature Issue 5, Winter 2015.