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…

ByOlivia McGee15 May 2026

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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…

ByOlivia McGee10 May 2026

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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…

ByKevin Hua27 April 2026

Feature

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…

ByAnna van Gelder22 April 2026

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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…

ByAnna van Gelder14 April 2026

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Reflecting on Mark Fisher’s Capitalist Realism: Is There No Alternative?

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…

ByEmilie-Rose Westlake-O'Dwyer25 March 2026

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The Quiet Rebellion: Finding Peace in a World on Fire

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…

ByChloe Gillis3 December 2025

College Life

How Meleane Taufa Built a Culture of Care

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…

ByEditorial Team11 October 2025

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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…

ByLucy Smith22 September 2025

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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…

ByAtlanta Gervasoni29 August 2025