A car radio plays nearby, feeding through evacuation information and the phone numbers of relief services. Continue reading On Leaders in Crisis.
Despite everything that VCE was, I look upon my final days of high school with a strong pull of nostalgia. Not for lack of cause: I memorialised every event as though it were a scene from Breakfast Club. Continue reading Celebrating Endings.
Content warning: This piece discusses sexual assault, r*pe and violence against women Continue reading An Open Letter to Catholic School Boys
Under the pink sky dulled by the fumes of the train,
stand a little closer to me, darling. Continue reading Warming/Warning
I have an inner monologue that is constantly running, like the voiceover in some off-beat Australian dramedy. Walking down the … Continue reading Walking at Dusk: My Inner Monologue
Incessant beeping. That’s the soundtrack for the theatre piece about Centrelink I swear I’ll put on stage one day. It’ll … Continue reading My Blue Shirt
“I’ve never felt anything less safe
Than letting my skin see the sun
While I walk down the road to the milk bar.” Continue reading Freckles