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  • Joined: January 14, 2019
  • Articles: 430

Absolutely Bat-Sh!t: Absolute Batman Review

By Harry Deefholts  Growing up, I relied on animated superhero shows and the cultural impact of the now flawed Marvel Cinematic Universe to feed my childhood niches and introduce me to new characters.  That being said, over the last year, I wanted to adopt a new depth and cultural perspective on superheroes and other fictional characters—by going out and buying old-school paperbacks and $10 comics.  Since then, I’ve been introduced to Hellboy, several modern comic runs, and I’ve even been…

On Fake Tan: 

By Naomi Harron I did not begin modelling under the presumption that it would be empowering, nor that it would make me feel beautiful. I simply entered it as a practical transaction—a way for me to extract money and notoriety…

Tending the Tides 

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…

Wet Cigarettes

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…

I Cry At Weddings

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…

Fig Jam

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.…

Eat Up

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…

Oh, Bird

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…