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One telekinetic Wednesday
THE JOB, IT turned out, was mostly folders. Tricoloured, triaged, in need of fresh sticky flags. Each weekday at...
The Mountain
STANDING HIGH IN the landscape, the Mountain has always been there. Listening, watching, teaching, arranging the flow of the...
The body
The LORD prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah,and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three...
Gallows humor
THE TOWN’S FLOWERS have set seed in the late-spring wet hot air, as the land prepares for the rains....
Red
WHEN SHE HEARD the knock on the bathroom door, she jumped. Her husband rarely interrupted her while she was...
victoria pedretti is my sleep paralysis demon
act one i try to write a happy poem but...
I Cavalli after Bella Li’s ‘Il Bambino’
At the beginning of all motionthe horses galloped towardthirst. A land steeped in droughtexcited them. In each countrydecayed the...
LIFE
And Hyperion’s edict went forth thus: take the ground pig, sleeve it in its guts, build a blaze on the beach...
Cherry chapstick
Before we railed on Katy Perry for her love of astrology, we piled on her lipstick lesbianism. Pseudo-sapphics copped a lot of shit – maybe we should shovel some of it onto the pseudo-socialists. Evidently, there were plenty of liberal cosplayers who are now back in their weekday clothes and killing it at the (government) office.
Nature through a different lens
Over the course of his remarkable career, Attenborough has taken us not merely to places most people are unlikely to visit but to places that are impossible to visit – into birds’ nests, burrows, termite mounds and the deepest recesses of the oceans. We’re shown things we will never encounter ‘in the flesh’ and that are simply not available to our senses as we navigate our daily lives.
A tough sell
While mine is a unique pathway to publication, the length of time it’s taken, the number of rewrites I’ve completed, and the thinly (and sometimes not-so-thinly) veiled racism that I’ve experienced are not unique when it comes to the journeys of authors who are First Nations and People of Colour (FNPOC).
The drifting Miles Franklin Literary Award
Collectively, these works reveal to us, if we care to listen, an Australianness that is weird, wonderful, awful, impossible, contested and messy – less chicken parmi, more all-you-can-eat smorgasbord, including the odd cut of meat that’s turned.
