Ibis House was an online literarararararary journal by Subbed In. In 2019 Ibis House ceased publication due to lack of funding. Since Ibis House has been archived, it is no longer maintained and as such some works might not display or function as originally published.
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The ‘most read’ pieces from Ibis House 2k18.
Poetry ∙ “I rise at 4am every morning and start my day by having rich parents.”
Poetry ∙ “They all look spectacular together, maybe even—dare I say—Instagram worthy / There are surely other things / that matter.”
Essay ∙ “Her impact on the lives of sex workers and trans people cannot be overstated.”
Interview ∙ “In a way, confusion produces the work.”
Poetry ∙ “Ivana do something with my life / besides waiting for all its events / good and bad and neutrally charged / to happen to me”
Essay ∙ “You could close down Moe’s or the Kwik-E-Mart and nobody would care, but the heart and soul of Springfield’s in our Maison Derrière.”
Poetry ∙ “Following Summer around the world will be such an inspirational way to live.”
Poetry ∙ “Motherland stories abound / valorising the act of return, of / tasting char siu streetside & / recalling the score-toned tongues / of forefathers when asking / for the wi-fi password”
Poetry ∙ “He collected the newspaper every day, even though he had not been trained to do so.”
Poetry ∙ “An anti-imperialist pop star and a billionaire with plans to colonise space walk into a bar”
Poetry ∙ “Like most stupid ideas it starts with wanting”
Poetry ∙ “lolololol only w/ loaded fries / probs eats cheezels out of / martini glasses, my smartarse answer; / we all were aching to be stylish, once.”
2 Poems ∙ “(although it’s not too dissimilar) it’s that / you cannot see the morning in front of you / ’cause your eyes are still in webs / (surfeiting the dream)”
Poetry ∙ "Now that the men are dead we have stopped saying how much how much how much."
2 Poems ∙ “someone strips dental consonants / from our first language. someone culls / our syntax to extinction.”
We had an overwhelming response to the callout with more than 100 entries. We were staggered by the quality of the submissions received and after much deliberation managed to narrow the list of finalists down to 14.
Poetry ∙ "Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five”
Poetry ∙ Visual Art ∙ “The rain falls in ropes.”
Fiction ∙ "I hold air inside my hand, and I look very closely and try to see what is inside of it."
Fiction ∙ Video Game ∙ "The Ghost House was on land that used to be an orchard, you're not sure if it's been developed yet but you know it wasn't when you were a kid."
Fiction ∙ "My company makes a killing sourcing out our sustainable, up-cycled crosses to the federal government."
2 Poems ∙ "Spend my days peeling stickers from glass / My eyes green spies when rash / I am only on call for collision”
Fiction ∙ "He couldn’t say exactly when he’d had the idea of breaking in, but somewhere he’d been told that spark plugs could break a window without making a sound."
Fiction ∙ "New variations on the traditional understanding of the universe are explored through a synergistic blend of spaghetti remnants on corrugated picked cat fur."
Non-Fiction ∙ "Equality never came."
2 Poems ∙ "I’m excited for all the small things / like wearing a floral dress outside / in the summer for the first time / and I’m not going to let something small / like a penis stop me from being a woman”
