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IT WAS THE farmer who built the shack, when he was a young man, long before I was born....

By Danielle Wood

THINK OF ABORIGINAL bodies. Think of Cathy Freeman, standing and waiting on the track in Sydney, lean, still, and...

THE DUSK SETTLES over a day in late autumn. The sun sets above the East Henan plain, a blood-red...

By Yan Lianke

THERE WERE THREE things I knew then that time has never erased.We made a triangle, back when we lived...

By Jewelene Barrile

POOR PEOPLE'S BODIES have always told stories about poverty's origins and remedies. In their own accounts, poor people say...

By Mark Peel

CEDRIC MARCHANT LEFT England for the first time at the age of forty-one. He travelled to France by train...

By Peter Temple

MY NAME IS Fredericka. Every night, I find myself in the same room. Thankfully, it is coloured to my...

By Alice Tawhai

FRIDAY MORNING. GREENWICH Village.The industrial dumbwaiter, jam-packed with a two-day accumulation of tenants′ rubbish, made three trips from the...

JODIE'S DESK IN the Capitol building in Wirranbandi is a scratched and gouged door resting across two wooden saw-horses...

I HAVE BEEN fascinated by fat ever since I was a pre-teen anorexic. My fascination may have preceded the...

By Elspeth Probyn

WALKING ON TRAIN tracks is unnatural. The distance between the wooden sleepers is just longer than a normal footstep,...

By Chris Flynn

THE FOOTFALL OF the horse was muted in soft ground and leaf litter. The path ahead glimmered with an...

By Eva Hornung

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