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SHE STRUCK ME as attractive in a certain way, the way the head of a well-made axe can be...

By Nick Earls

I WAS SEVEN and at my cousin's christening when I first encountered a lemon meringue pie. The other sweets...

By Alexandra Wilson

LEANING AGAINST THE rear of my crew's fire truck, I open my lunch pack and pull out a sandwich. We'd...

By Alison Aprhys

SINCE EARLY CHILDHOOD, I have had a certain perception of the Iron Curtain and the Cold War. Not because...

By Nikola Gurovic

TELL ME A a story, my daughter says, and even though I don't feel like telling stories tonight, I...

By Eva Lomski

PICTURE A WINTER'S evening in a kitchen in Wellington, New Zealand. An Antarctic wind stalks the house, rattling windows...

By Sydney Smith

Selected for Best Australian Essays 2010 MY PARENTS ARE known as members of the ‘first generation' of Vietnamese refugees, who...

By Pauline Nguyen

IN THE 12 months since President George W. Bush made his Top Gun arrival on the deck of the...

By Stephen Sewell

ON THE FINAL evening of our week away, I took a plastic bag bulging with broad beans out to...

By Melissa Sweet

AS SOON AS we heard the growl, Hans released the safety on his rifle and, in the same motion,...

By Wayne McLennan

PITY THE POOR spin doctors. Few occupations are more despised than theirs but then few occupations offer such power...

I WAS FIFTEEN when I stood inside my first restaurant kitchen. My mother, who had replaced the red dirt...

By Jim Hearn

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