Salty Literary Salon Wrap-up
We’re starting the year off petty, as our lord and saviour Regina George would. As such, the theme for the QUT Literary Salon’s first salon of the year was Salty.
Ink, Sweat & Scholarships: Applying for the Kellie van Meurs Memorial Scholarship in Creative Writing
The following article was originally submitted as an application for the Kellie van Meurs Memorial Scholarship in Creative Writing. And I got it! I hope others find this article useful in their education journey.
Poor Things: A feminist male sex fantasy
In the aftermath of this award season, I can’t help but feel sick to my stomach, and it's not just because of the catastrophic Barbie snubs. No, what makes me abhor this past Oscars ceremony is the Barbie snubs alongside the highly awarded fetishized porno masquerading as female empowerment that was the film, Poor Things.
What the RBA doesn’t want you to know about interest rates.
A number of my colleagues have been feeling down lately. When I asked them about it, they told me of a phenomenon called ‘Cozzie Livs’, shorthand for ‘The Cost of Living Crisis’.
Night of Fornication
By Mohith Kumar Gatla Two thieves,Ready to start the game,To steal each…
Leap
In those few moments, when I was three stories up, flying above the concrete with nothing tying me down, I felt a sense of freedom that I couldn’t attain anywhere else.
an ode to the sun
could there be a time more glorious than daybreak?
Crouching Clover, Hidden Monkey
On the two separate occasions I’ve asked her about the time I was born—to get my astrological chart, as one does—she has given me different answers.
HOUSE OF LEAVES or, Postmodern Science, the Hypercube and Parallel Dimensions, and the Hypertext
House of Leaves is a weird book. It’s ergodic, postmodern, epistolary, and thirty other adjectives only used by wankers and nerds (me). It’s the kind of book that has academic papers written about it, and those papers have sections titled, “Postmodern Science, the Hypercube and Parallel Dimensions, and the Hypertext”. Seriously, that’s an actual chapter in this Buffalo State College paper.
The Essay That Will Fix Me
When I once again find myself contending with a confusing mess of emotions, I find myself needing to write these thoughts down.
