MemoirThe idea of having my body lovingly prepared and cooked as a feast for friends seems like a particularly beautiful death to me, and one that needs careful planning and consideration.

MemoirSHE IS WRITTEN deep in Slovenian folklore, stuttering into existence in ballads, songs, myths, legends. A woman repeated, kept in memory by her many iterations – and here I am, reiterating her for you now. She is beautiful. This is one...

Non-fictionOn the first Sunday of 2019, Griffith Review returns to Krissy Kneen's prize-winning novella, 'How to preserve a turnip: And other whispers in my genes'. Published in Griffith Review 58: Storied Lives as a winner of The Novella Project VI,...

FictionWE WERE WATCHING television when we heard the sound. It was strange and yet familiar at the same time, a sudden hiss of air or water, some element let loose in a hurry. It was loud, too. Graeme turned...

FictionMY SISTER LIKES ponies and showjumping and arenas. Sometimes I jump with her because she wants me to. I throw my head back and make the horse's sound but it is never the right sound. She corrects me with...