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My Via Dolorosa: Part II

B Bargaining If I rise before dawn and set the table for ghosts, will Time delay its hunger? If I say please before each swallow of pills, will Death forget my name for a while? In the past, I asked the dark to bend. I begged Time to rewind. I pleaded with whatever gods were…

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My Via Dolorosa: Part I

Mourning Grief enters with a whisper, rearranges the furniture and then asks me to sit beside it. I was raised to believe that Death was a clear and sacred threshold: a final breath, a closed casket, a soul ascending in accordance with divine judgment. I was warned to fear sin, to prepare for Death as…

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Love and Space: Life’s timely pursuit

I Think You Saw It Too. I’m sure you saw it. Somewhere between everything else, scrolling, moving, thinking about what’s next, you would have come across it. NASA. Artemis II. The furthest humans have ever gone. Headlines about how they went further than anyone in history. How they slipped behind the Moon. How, for a…

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Indigenous Historical Fiction and the Radical Reimagining of Australian Historiography

While The Voice of Silence established that historical fiction can meaningfully humanise the emotional dimensions of colonisation, white-written narratives such as Eleanor Dark’s The Timeless Land (1941) and Kate Grenville’s The Secret River (2005) remain epistemologically constrained by the very Western frameworks they seek to critique. To merely include Aboriginal perspectives within those inherited structures…

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The Voice of Silence: An examination of the role of historical fiction inrepresenting occluded Aboriginal histories

In his polemic 1968 Boyer Lecture, W.E.H. Stanner first introduced the term “Great Australian Silence” to expose the structural erasure of Aboriginal history from the Australian narrative, labelling a nationwide “cult of forgetfulness” to critique historians from the 1930s to the early 1960s. However, Stanner was not simply critiquing the omission of Aboriginal historiography, but…

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When I Become a Panther

Foreword: This fictional piece was inspired by my interest in the psychological and neurodevelopmental effects of childhood trauma, which began after reading The Boy Was Raised as a Dog by Bruce D. Perry and Maia Szalavitz. Throughout this story, I have attempted to touch on the powerlessness felt by victims of child abuse and the…

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The Centre Does Hold

There all the barrel-hoops are knit, There all the serpent-tails are bit, There all the gyres converge in one, There all the planets drop in the Sun. – W. B. Yeats, Supernatural Songs, IV 'There' The Brown Betty teapot’s older than the Hills Hoist and twice as stubborn. Five generations of paddy women, and decades of…

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Triptych

Constrict Me Serpent Burns the light above Does on petty eyes of mine. From high up as if to guide light To my fingertips and my knuckles. Such advice deemed little To a boy so confused, he forgot how to write.   Melancholy, some shout, Others pensive, More merely stranded youth. Yet they…

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Aithrí

In Her Name Mary Magdalene is posited as Christianity’s exemplar of repentance, the apostle of Christ, the faithful woman, freed of seven demons. Worthy of hymnal adoration, and biblical heralding… but the rankle, the blister, the problem was she was robust, energetic. A prostitute. None of which were revered in the picture of the Christian…

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