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…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
by Rory Murphy “Eat up, Garrett. You’re not a bitch, are you?” The locker room erupted in cries of shock, players turning to one another with their fists over their gaping mouths. Derek kept his cool though, standing in front…
by Malika Savory A figure is tracing itself through the summer air, a bead of sweat swells up on the broad dirt canvas. The grass is still, trees immobile underneath a beating sun. It is the time of day where the heat can trick a person into thinking the image in front of it actually contains two figures instead of…
by Ashlee Palmer My Suzanne, We’ve missed you. Last time you were present you poured chamomile, room temperature, between us. I’d like to think you intentionally dispensed it as such to kill change before it can wake. The quiet can…
by David Uptin I was sitting at a highway rest stop near Tweed Heads on New Year’s Day. My parents and I were eating pre-made bread rolls (they rarely eat out, and I’m just now beginning to understand why) when…
