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…
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…
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…
We no longer produce; we rehearse production.
In late capitalism, productivity has undergone a quiet but decisive transformation. No longer confined to material output, it has been internalised as a condition of subjectivity itself. As the external frontiers of accumulation have been exhausted, capital has turned inward, capturing perception, affect, and consciousness as new sites…
It is becoming increasingly difficult to stay hopeful when every morning begins with a flood of despair. Before we even leave bed, the world has unravelled again on our screens. War, politics, climate collapse, scandal. The more connected we become, the more fractured we feel. The instinct is to search for calm, but the world…
When Meleane (Mel) Taufa first joined St Andrew’s College in late 2020, she never imagined just how transformative her journey would be for herself, her family, and the students she came to support. In a short time, her impact became significant. Mel became Housekeeping Manager, Indigenous Support Officer, a mentor, and a trusted confidante to…
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…
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…
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…
Where’s Currumbin? What does it have to do with brightly coloured beer? Angus Taylor’s economic beer theory? A ‘Kerrupt-flip’?
Be patient ’til the last.
In 2022, on a surf trip to the Pacific, I first came across Bede Durbidge. Bede – a former WSL veteran of a decade and decorated Pipeline Master – told…