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Intimate distance
INTIMACY'Keep me,' – I said to him –'let me be only one – even half – the whole half (whichever...
Glad
HEADING NORTHSS BOMBALA, 1924WHEN PHIL PORTER started getting restless at the mills and talking of the opportunities up north,...
The water of life
HERE IS THE writer in this city of writers, this glittering dry mouth in the north where we can...
Reviving the novella
AS WELL AS producing suffering, adversity can spark genius. And works of genius – paintings, writing, music, science, even...
Eat the problem
THIS YEAR AT MONA (Museum of Old and New Art Market) we are solving all problems by eating them....
Firestorm at Bicheno
EVEN BEFORE THE fires, the hectic summer season had its first tragic trial. In early December, my husband Nick...
The island of broken dreams
TASMANIA IS VIEWED by many Australians who don't live on the island as some kind of paradise. The traffic...
Long grass over home
Winner of the 2012 Josephine Ulrick Literature PrizeFor Jannine GrahamMRS ESDALE BOUGHT her petrol there until she got too...
On Bruny
THEY LEFT HOBART as dusk was falling. Not an orange dusk with stiff black silhouettes but a green dusk,...
Damming
PATRICK SWIMS THROUGH the mountains. The eddies waver them. They're the colour of oil slick. The light blushes his...
Across the Bass Strait
Mum was sitting by herself on a bench attached to the wall of the ship under a Perspex roof. We sat next to her holding on to the bottom of the bench. I told Mum that I had been sick and she wiped my forehead and cheek and said, 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,' and it looked like she was crying. She said it was just the sea spray and the cold. And it was cold. It was freezing and the wind cut into my back like I had no skin at all. I could hear the water crack against the ship, feel it hit then hear the spray shoot up. Only I couldn't see it. I couldn't see anything past the light cast out on the deck. Out there the world was raging in the blackness.
Channelling Mannalargenna
Winner, 2013 Walkley Award, All Media Coverage of Indigenous Affairs 'YA PAKANA KARATI, pulingina milaythina pakana-mana-tu.' ('Hello all blackfellas and...
