Submissions

Submissions

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Course Changed?- Max Fox

 By Max Fox (VP Gender and Sexuality)  In 2017, the Australian Human Rights Council released its landmark report ‘Change the Course’; a national insight on sexual harassment and assault on university campuses. Approximately 1400 QUT students provided survey responses to…

Before Gate H- Ellie Taggart

By Ellie Taggart We were silent in the car. Nothing but the breathing of two bodies, one young and thin, the  other old and frail, both lying under a tarpaulin. The sounds of the world around us echoed in  the space…

School of Fish- Delila Bevan Zavadsky

By Delila Bevan Zavadsky Pounding lights match pounding headache  Swimming incessantly  Metallic foil clings to skin  Fleshy bodies- slippy and slimy, brush  Conversation wet, lingering and dripping  They’re smooching, smacking their lips  They gurgle and bubble  Wriggle and sway to hypotonic currents  Gulp down bright…

Martyr of Mice- Nicholas Farrell

By Nicholas Farrell Such a marvel; they scurry and screech, much like a Mother- who freaks once under feet.   A dash, a dart- you barely see, just a glimpse and you judge to be.   A pest ready to plunder; but we…

The Maze- Jennifer Haig

By Jennifer Haig Here you will find no walls of stone, nor roofs of leaves nor floor of bone.  Follow the path and pull the door, you know the way your feet are sure.  Each step you take will lead…

The Duality of Dawn- Persis Lok

By Persis Lok To toss and turn and possibly tear in uhtceare for those unaware, redemption for the despaired  Is your rightful love affair  To linger between the slumber and soundness of a dormiveglia for one—all the space is yours  To stretch and sheets…

Love- By Juno “Junko” Toraiwa

By Juno “Junko” Toraiwa  To be fair, I don’t want to write this poem As soon as it’s captured into a word   Instantly, the meaning is lost polaroid snapped water colours smudging your voice down the corridor      You don’t know how much…

From Now On- Jonathan O’Brien

By Jonathan O’Brien Today, I put down my foot: from now on,  I write only love poems.  This presents a problem,  because I also write only  when I am troubled.  A large, uncrossable gap;  an absent smile;  the bed of…