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Prose & Poetry

The Walls Are breathing

the                     walls                    are                    breathing can         you                     feel                    them closing    ...

Uninvited

Anxiety knocks on my front door and demands to be let in. I am too much of a pushover; I let her in with little resistance and offer her some tea. “It’s be...

Social Mobility

It was a particularly normal morning. Birds were chirping, children were skipping school, and Doris Lester (75. Hobbies: knitting, baking, and casual racism) sa...

Thunder

There is thunder in my head, I wake to the tremors of shaking “it’s just a dream” I chant, but my heart does not stop its restless beating.   Beating...

Broken Boy

Even at birth you were no stranger to chaos, your life skating on thin ice but still, you chose to survive. The stones did not weigh you down  but built yo...

Hands

Interweaving, interlocking, watch the clock that ticks and tocks  Something else to  ease the pain, your touch a drug I can’t abstain.   Reading pa...

Period Stigma

Earlier this year, Isobel Marshall was named the Young Australian of the Year for her work to tackle the taboo around menstruation and period poverty. Despite m...