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The view from up here
SLIPPING OFF HER high heels, she sighs with relief – more out of habit than real affliction – and takes a...
A little too close to the sun
When this essay was reprinted on The Guardian website on 6 July 2017, the writer added the short introduction...
Still talkin’ up to the white woman
THE NAKED WOMAN is only visible when my manager’s door is open – when closed it is unclear what the...
Peasant dreaming
I’m currently doing a course on holistic farming near the southern New South Wales town of Braidwood. I had expected it to be full of ruddy-cheeked cattlemen in their forties and fifties; instead it is mostly people like me, tertiary-educated thirtysomethings who want to grow their own food to nourish their vocations. We are writers, a ceramicist and a filmmaker; a market gardener with a background in conservation; the manager of a local farmers’ market and her partner, who feeds his chooks on maggots from roadkill kangaroos.
Of monsters and men
ON A SATURDAY morning in March 2014, I found myself speaking in front of a crowd of five thousand...
Conversations with my sister
ON THE WAY home from Brisbane airport, my older sister Tammy turns to me from the driver’s seat and...
The spectator
I WENT TO a high school filled with smart kids. Kids who had been specially selected because their brains...
Today is already yesterday
I WAS BORN in 1983, the same year as Microsoft Word. It was also the year the first mobile...
Intergenerational trust and betrayal
MORE THAN SEVEN hundred years ago a young poet commenced a journey that would define the human condition. Dante’s...
Ordinary things
I was out walking yesterday or perhaps it was todaywhen a man young as a son spoke under his...
Worlds beyond
THE BLUE WHALE is only a metre or two away from me, and its huge right eyeball is level...
Waiting our turn
GENERATIONALISM IS A complex phenomenon. The concept of a generation is obvious: the social and economic contexts for a group...
