Image: “Night Traffic Surface” by sagesolar is licensed under CC BY 2.0. headlights sparkle crimson white dotted lines faded red it crawls between cars stagnant but spreading traces of life left behind —haunting the bitumen there is blood but there is no body no paper-thin fur trodden on by rubber, flesh now indistinguishable from earth; no feathers dancing upright, tethered to the gravel with crusting … Continue reading everything you see when you close your eyes
Content Warning: This book contains strong themes of suicide, EDs, and depression/anxiety. A gun fires. The studio bursts into hysteria but the cameras still roll. Millions of viewers saw Sam Midford pull the gun from his desk and fire it into his own head, so how can his death be considered a murder? Either Side of Midnight is a sombre yet compelling crime thriller exploring the … Continue reading Book Review: Either Side of Midnight by Benjamin Stevenson
There is something so compelling about delving into the intricacies of other people’s lives. The mundane is a fascinating place; snapshots of the ordinary can tell us a lot about our culture. Help Yourself is a collection of short stories that does exactly this. Sittenfeld writes accessible witty prose about ordinary lives subtly tapping on issues of race, gender, and class. Her focus is not on big … Continue reading Book Review: Help Yourself by Curtis Sittenfeld
We’ve all heard a lot about the summer’s bushfires—on the news, on social media, from the mouths of politicians and celebrities, and in chatter amongst friends and colleagues. Most of what I’ve heard has come from third-party voices showing their concern or frustration, but that extra layer of distance always makes things a little blurred. The most important voices to listen to are those who … Continue reading Interview with Hannah McArdle: Bushfire in Mallacoota
Three walls No doors just screaming A single yellow bulb A grandfather clock Everything sways they itch Along the walls the creatures The shadows dance click as they move Dreams hang like Cobwebs burrowing burning skin Peacefully blown To and fro Whispering sweet secrets none of it’s real Do not worry … Continue reading Prism
Anna stepped into her bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. The hairs on her arms stood up a little as the shiver of ice-cold tiles shot through her body. She was ready to be warm again, ready for the soft dribble of her shower to defrost her bones. She flicked a switch, and the room swelled with light. As she blinked into … Continue reading What Are Housemates For?