the wood with two names
driftwood builds up on the embankment...
little star can i be yours
you saw the stardust in me stardust that exists in all of us but you gave name to mine.
An Ode to Holidays, or Lack Thereof
Tick, tick, tick. I can always hear the ticking, as relentless as the fly buzzing above my bed on a sleepless summer night. Tick, tick, tick. It’s the sound of time slowly slipping through my fingers, forever, endlessly, without cease.
Respect by Runali Alpesh Maniya
Respect in Oxford’s manual May sound technical, “A due regard for other…
NAIDOC Week: An ode to QUT
In honour of NAIDOC week, QUT Indigenous Australian alumni Pauline Hannam writes…
“Break Some Eggs”: An Interview With Sean West of Blue Bottle Poetry Journal
Blue Bottle Journal is the 2020 creation of QUT Fine Arts graduate,…
Soap & Water- Mariam
By Mariam Soap and water won’t wash away your guilt Or the poisonous words you yelled …
Mad Chats- Christopher Ayling
By Christopher Ayling Make Connections All Welcome Don’t Worry Courage Human…
Sad Snack- AR
By AR I’ve eaten a lot of terrible food in my life. …
Money Makes the World Go ‘Round- Ellie Taggart
By Ellie Taggart Paper is priceless or at least that’s what we…
