By Ashleigh Turner Education is an ever-changing landscape. Whether it be curriculum changes, behaviour management changes, or technological changes, this space is constantly moving and adapting to the state of the world. Something that a lot of us might not…
By Amber Gielen Sources of light have been instrumental throughout history for marking the success and evolution of humanity. We began 250,000 years ago, learning methods to control fire. From oil lamps to modern candles, we kept iterating and refining,…
By Jack Hipwood I want to tell you how I became the best version of myself. It happened just last night. I was there, before the ocean, under mesmeric stars, down my steep suburban street, over a chain-link fence, across…
By Coco-Lily A wise Me once asked: why do you own a balaclava? I use it as a beanie, I told her. A hotter, shinier Me asked: why do you own a balaclava? I like dressing up, I said. Another…
By Patrick Franco When economic conditions deteriorate, people find a scapegoat. This is a truism in all human history. In Renaissance Europe, bad farming harvests were a strong predictor of witchcraft trials. Crop failures, food shortages, and economic distress were…
By Tara Robinson I want rolling hills / wind tearing through this hunk of metal / dogs sea-legged in the back / windows cranked down all the way / face blonde-licked / hurtling heart-first / towards everything and nothing /…
By Esther Vale I took the train and walked the rest of the way through winding suburban streets to the little private hospital on the riverbank. Out of the trains’ weakly sputtering aircon and into the bloody furnace. It was…
By Anna Rose Wilson We are all aware of the ever evolving and environmentally destructive use of Artificial Intelligence (AI). Whether it’s used to help rewrite your work emails, check the readability of your document, or create a Studio Ghibli…
By Tia Read I did not realise I was gay until later; I would’ve told you sooner if I knew I am sorry Mary, and mother.I want to get on my knees in the desert.Repent, sand filing awayeverything soft until…
By Isabella Jensen Mary leaned against the veranda railing and blew steam from her china teacup. Across the road, a spray of mist from a beat-down garden hose clung to the bare shoulders of her neighbour’s son, and foam dripped…
