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New power, new realities
TUCKED AWAY IN a jade valley in the mist-shrouded hinterland of northern New South Wales, the former cedar-logging village...
Season of hope
MR F WAS short and squat, well dressed, with the sort of small, dry hands you might expect of...
What happens next
IT WAS EVENING when Mia and her mother reached their building. Overhead, the perpetual pale overcast of the sulphur-seeded...
The final frontier
TELEVISION WAS MY babysitter. As a child growing up in the ’60s, I would race home from school, grab a...
Revolution on wheels
‘We’re going to see more change in the next five to ten years than we’ve seen in the last fifty.’ Mary...
An empty house
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are...
Transforming the bush
THESE COWS ARE in no hurry. Each just meanders to the dairy, all rolling hindquarters, swishing tails and loping...
Persephone’s picnic
THE OLD STONE quarry sits in the range high above Ilparpa Valley, on the south side of Alice Springs....
From soft drinks to soft politics
WHAT DOES IT say about a public’s appetite for change when even an iconic brand like Coca-Cola, with a...
On ‘The Seven Stages of Grieving’, by Wesley Enoch and Deborah Mailman
IS IT POSSIBLE to feel too much? For millennia, stories from around the world have had as their explicit...
On ‘Collected Poems’, by Les Murray
A poem…can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the – not always greatly hopeful – belief...
Tongues tied about tongue-tie
‘I HOPE WE’RE NOT boring you,’ I say politely to my friend’s husband. (Since boredom isn’t an option for...
