Faded- KH
By KH you ask why but honey you’re forgetting who we used to be in the years gone by the love that once was faded like the colour in your eyes you ask why but honey look into my eyes …
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Ignorance- Amanda Thomas
By Amanda Thomas sometimes I wish I could unsee the terrible crimes on our tvs unread the painful stories, peel each agony from my skin like so many newspaper sheets, switch the station at on-the-hours, slip on my rose-tinted glasses. …
Why Wage Theft Matters to Me- Young Workers Hub
By Young Workers Hub I am 17 and working my first job. It’s not exciting, there’s a lot of sweeping of floors and stacking of dishes. But I am so proud of myself. I had spent two months straight out of…
Don’t Speak Over Us- Sofia Fajardo
By Sofia Fajardo A big problem facing people of colour (POC) nowadays is not only dealing with racists who claim to know better about our issues, downplaying the prejudice we encounter and who are constantly attacking our culture, beliefs and skin colour, but…
When You Least Expect It- Katy Bedford
By Katy Bedford When raw talent unsuspectingly shakes the hands of being in the right place, at the right time, singing the right song… opportunity calls. For Brisbane singer-songwriter Matt Burton (Elder), his big break in the music scene arrived…
So, you can like, feel the air move?- Isabella Webb
By Isabella Webb Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a dog’s sense of hearing? Or a cat’s sense of smell? Or maybe even to see things to the intensity a Falcon might? Well there are…
While I Was Gone- Grace Cassidy
By Grace Cassidy “Eggs?” I ask, offering the bowl. “You still like ‘em scrambled, right?” Jen returns a tired smile and takes the bowl from my hands. Grabbing a spoon, she begins piling the eggs onto her toast. My sister is…
Moribund – Ty Weinert
By Ty Weinert I lost my shoe Dead battery in my phone Bleached bangs a mess Pretty girls shouldn’t walk alone My dress is torn I still smell his cologne Feel him under my nails Pretty girls shouldn’t…
The Roots of Pessimism
By Anonymous “Alright pens down!” Mrs. Svartsýni sweetened her voice to soften the projection it required to reach everybody in the class. Other than a few grumbles and last-minute scribbles, the room was momentarily filled with the clattering of pens dropping from hands to desks,…
Waste – QUT Inklings
When you work in food reclamation, You understand what waste is: Crates of brown bananas, simply thrown away; On the shelf, then in the trash, Value gone within a day. Imagine the lost banana bread. When you work in unemployment, You understand what waste is: Uni grads in…
