Journal
Articles
Pyjama Man
Though he lives in a rundown unit above a busy intersection, the pyjama man imagines that the sounds of the traffic are the...
Kale
In her arms she cradles the kale, knowing these are precious days. She stares down lovingly at the kale, who...
Palio De Siena
In the Tuscan city of Siena for seven hundred years this annual race has run to settle rivalries between citizens of its seventeen...
Baba
A friend suggests a psychologist, but my grandmother was a house witch, her mother the thirteenth child of the thirteenth...
upstart crowe
I was reading Shakespeare on my phone & then this rose started blooming in front of me as...
Moonshot
in the tenth set he sent the tennis ball on an interstellar galaxy quest, a sudden outburst which seemingly served no...
The trouble with eternity
I had a dream about the afterlife: I died quite unexpectedly Although it is, of course, to be expected, And I materialised...
Moon man
After Elizabeth Venn He circles the room five times, refusing to believe he’s resistible. I tell myself I won’t tilt for his...
Witchy women
The ’90s saw a trend of witchy, occult or otherwise supernatural women on TV. Sabrina was joined by Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, gracing our screens with characters who took control using abilities unknown to man – and men. These shows formed part of the girl (magic) power movement.
Blak humour
When I use ‘Blak’ to describe Aboriginal humour, not ‘black humour’, I’m embracing it as a distinct comedic style. This choice makes it clear that Aboriginal Australian ‘Blak humour’ is its own unique genre, in line with self-determination and ownership that First Nations artist Destiny Deacon speaks about.
Animals in wartime
Tyhra starts hiding in the cellar. Like many people and animals in these frontline regions, her days are defined by the sounds of war. She may not understand what’s happening or why, but she feels that life now is about trying to stay safe.
My matrescence
Women have looked to their mothers and grandmothers for eternity as they’ve learnt how to mother. However, the ear-piercing noise of today’s digital world has interfered with the passing down of our family’s ways of mothering.
