by Alana Riley An update on QUT’s free-tampon debate from earlier this year In our very first edition of GLASS, we published a piece called Tampon Tantrum which covered some discussion about whether QUT should provide free sanitary products in its bathrooms. …
By Lucy Czerwinski The planet is in a less than ideal state. Temperatures are rising and humans are effectively doing nothing to stop it. As the generation that will soon inherit this steaming pile of literal garbage, we have a…
By Mui Siew Tan Good morning world, I opened my eyes. The clear blue sky And luscious green trees, Filled my sight beyond the horizon. The subtle breeze And endearing warmth, Graze my skin in its orgasmic ways. Sweeping…
Staying up until the young hours of the morning our eyelids falling slowly, heavily over eyes That refuse to look away from each other; This is love Your arms wrapping around me Sitting on a bench in Guanajuato And…
By Jaime Colley We’re craving sun kissed skin Like we’ve been pregnant with summer All of winter. The sand puckers Where pipis lay nestled underneath. We chase the kisses on the sand, Hands and knees, Forefingers raw from digging…
By Jessica Taggart What will we do when our planet dies? Will we build a mine just to keep us alive, Will we tend the fire and then put out the flame, What will we do when the worlds not the same, What will we…
By Terri Cassells The heat of the day sinks into your car; your skin; your blood There is nothing beyond the endless highway and the brilliant blue of the sky.
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by Nina Busteed “Found them!” I yelled, my voice bouncing across the mudflats and into the big blue sky. “Crabs?” dad responded, his sunnies sparkling in my direction from about a hundred metres away. “Yeah!” There had to be thousands of them; tiny, ten-legged blurs of blue, white and yellow. Soldier crabs! Small troupes sprinted in every direction. It looked like…
By Anonymous My friends wave goodbye as they join the lengthy queue for the tall ride I can’t conquer. I have some time to kill and my inner child sees me on a mission for Mickey Mouse ears. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take long before I’m standing in front of an array of…
