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…
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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…
Tall Poppy – Georgina Hewson
By Georgina Hewson The final year of uni is here and the unknown job opportunities dauntingly lie ahead. One last chance to get that GPA, that job, your shit together. So close to the finish line, I began to question who in my media career…
Tuesdays Are For Polishing – Chiara Stegert
By Chiara Stegert My mother’s house had many mirrors. Mirrors sheathing the walls, covering the ceilings, lining inside cupboards, the underside of tables, in-between carpets, heaped up in hampers, hooked up in hall-ways, some of the tiles polished so highly they reflected her bare…
The Aurora Strain – Ellie Taggart
By Ellie Taggert At 6:45 every morning I catch the train to the Central Business District just to be amongst the people. I’ve found that those riding the trains are more likely to ignore personal space and less likely to move away from a coughing passenger. Once I reach the station, my routes aren’t…
Good Will to Treason – Greez
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The Next Season – Juval Stephens
The school bell rang, the formal happened, the graduation ceremony with tears occurred, the schoolies holiday happened, you’ve either had three months off or worked crazily in some job and now you are entering university. Say goodbye to hall passes,…
Politics Poem I – Jonathan O’Brien
I sit around the table with some people who want to change the world. I do not want to change the world. I came out tonight for the company, and the truth is, I like the world. Its coastlines, its peaks…
Opinion: Why you should be a socialist – Carl Jackson
[vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_link_target=”_self” column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_width_inherit=”default” tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid” bg_image_animation=”none”][vc_column_text] Thirty years ago, in 1989 – the year that the Berlin Wall came tumbling down – American…