The Love I Chased
By Emira Sadat For as long as I can remember, love has felt just out of reach, always close enough to want but far enough to never hold it fully. I didn’t grow up believing love was something you were given. I…
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Cinnamon Sugar
By Kate Todman Cinnamon sugar, sweet like Christmas morning, my favourite as it melted soft on my tongue, until it burned my throat, bitter and harsh. The calendar slipped – first a month, then years. Counting the days was like holding cinnamon sugar in an open palm by…
Absolutely Bat-Sh!t: Absolute Batman Review
By Harry Deefholts Growing up, I relied on animated superhero shows and the cultural impact of the now flawed Marvel Cinematic Universe to feed my childhood niches and introduce me to new characters. That being said, over the last year, I wanted to adopt a new depth and cultural perspective on superheroes and other fictional characters—by going out and buying old-school paperbacks and $10 comics. Since then, I’ve been introduced to Hellboy, several modern comic runs, and I’ve even been…
On Fake Tan:
By Naomi Harron I did not begin modelling under the presumption that it would be empowering, nor that it would make me feel beautiful. I simply entered it as a practical transaction—a way for me to extract money and notoriety…
Tending the Tides
By Brittany Bentley In the low tide I trek across the mudflats of Coochiemudlo, a small island off the coast of Brisbane, treading on millions of tiny balls of sand left behind by sand bubbler crabs. The intertidal land is so soft and sodden with salt water that I sink calf…
The Never-Ending Cycle of Diet Culture
Chelsea Hudson From low-rise jeans to “detox teas” promising a flatter stomach, the ghosts of 2000s diet culture are haunting us again; this time, they’re dressed up as self-care. Even Kate Moss has since distanced herself from her notorious 2009 mantra, “Nothing tastes…
Wet Cigarettes
by Cameron Walker “Mother died today”, or maybe yesterday. I can’t be sure. The note which I’ve unfolded drips with rain; scratchy blue ink that fades with each passing word. The author, rushed, or simply short of working pens, must have delivered it late last night or early…
I Cry At Weddings
by Ewan Robertson Everybody doesbecause who can’t not?Husbands and Wives,dresses and suites,flowers at tables. A family,crying together,Because who can’t not.Under heart shaped moons,and sunlight that smells like forever Even air can taste sweet when a day is all about youAbout…
Fig Jam
by Zoe Mott Growing up, I was always told that the “world was my oyster”. And it was a good thing. Endless possibilities; I could do anything! I was only really limited by the bounds of my imagination, and my young mind knew no limitations.…
Brisbane: A Memoir Of Finding Home
by Tangqing (Jennifer) Zhang I first arrived in Brisbane on a golden afternoon in late February 2024. The sun enveloped the city in warmth, as if welcoming me to the new land. I spent over two years in Sydney before coming to…
