Publisher Bronwyn Mehan posted this to FaceBook on 18 July 2015:
A really terrific launch event (at the Knox Street Bar and Cafe in Chippendale) this afternoon to welcome Out Of Place, our latest microlit anthology into the world…
See more at http://johntranter.net/?page_id=9592.
Some photos: First, Two kinds of Fern, an illustration of my prose piece in the anthology:
Second, my short prose poem from the Out of Place anthology, edited by Kirsten Tranter and Linda Godfrey, published by Spineless Wonders:
As Letitia’s lithe limbs slid into the tepid, prawn-coloured waters of the Gulf of Mexico, Sebastian blew a lazy plume of lilac-tinted smoke into the air and reflected on what had brought him to this god-forsaken fishing village with a suitcase full of Bolivian notes and a frightful hangover: he remembered his childhood home in the Sydney Harbourside suburb of Balmain — half a world away, and half a lifetime away! — the noisy hippy neighbours and their cacophony of old Leonard Cohen songs, the constant scent of burning dope in the air, and the lush fern in the front garden, its drooping green fronds seeming to imitate the fern pattern of the iron-lace-fronted verandah so that at times he was hard put to distinguish the tender, verdant fern from the cast-iron imitation… God, it seemed so out of place, so out of reach… but there was Letitia, swimming back and forth, her limbs chopping the water into frothy wavelets… now he remembered… that night with Letitia… best not remembered too clearly… Bolivian notes… of course, the largest denominations are the largest in the world, immensely useful to drug cartels and their travelling mules and donkeys…
Third, lots of photos from the launch, heavily cropped, adjusted, and so forth:
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