i regret to inform i’m running out of time. it’s partly cloudy, with a chance of a storm. i never spoke about the future, because i didn’t plan on having one. i’m no longer eighteen, i’m turning twenty-one. i write letters i don’t send; they pile up in my room next...
“How are you?” I hate this question. Because, well, what do I say? I’m running off the sugar in my coffee, and the fear of not paying the rent this week? I was okay an hour ago, but something shifted and now I’m not? I want to lay in bed with my cat...
When we talk next,I’ll tell you everything. Remember when you told meabout the beauty of it all?How the waves collide and the foams rise?And how all of it falls in one place or falls apart? I didn’t understand it thenBut now I do. I actually went on that Coogee to...
HOPELESS My problems are too many to count, Solutions nowhere to be found How and where do I even look If there's nothing to be found? Pain fills my lungs as I drown As waves of despair crash into my shore I try to swim and gasp for air But an anchor...
The Gen Z Guide to Love We belong to the 'replied to your story' kind of love. Where at the end of shared playlists a tender hug awaits, We belong to the 'tagged you in a meme' kind of love, Hoping that the algorithms align our fate. We belong to the ‘Taylor...
Prologue: This poem is about the clashing of a crucial aspect of oneself: self-acceptance. Often overlooked, this process can often look negative or pessimistic, but it is an aspect that many people experience at least once in their lifetimes. (Credit: Pexels |...
Sometimes, the air in Sydney feels soft, sweet, and safe. I see this land as more of an embodiment of home to me than 'home' ever was - how else can I express that a daughter forced to leave a motherland 9143 km behind might be seeking safety, might be brave enough to...
(Credit: Pexels | Eberhard Grossgasteiger) Bliss, pure bliss! In the imaginary tunnels of a utopia I find bliss. All colours of a euphoric dream, With the lingering smell of burning steam. I smile for a while, Before I hide for a time. The world in grey is a curse of...
I bid farewell to the Atlantis above And explored the expanse of the sea I found the sound of my own breath comforting It reminded me that I am alive I had never felt so alive Yet so calm Peaceful, in a trance Enchanted by the schools of brightly coloured fish...
Kicked in the head and thrown into a beast Shaped like a staircase I’d almost forgotten Peering through railing below, I'm caught Inevitable Back to bed, spring sticking into thigh Read a book to keep it from the mind Bittersweet heroics to ponder in dark To sleep, I...
(Caption: Subculture: The Whovians title card. Photo credit: Prudence Bernadette, 2025) Australian filmmaker and musician Prudence Bernadette (aka TheArtGirl) is stepping into the spotlight to debut her documentary Subculture: The Whovians. Produced under her new...
(Caption: Zine Fair stall workers and attendees. Photo credit: Garish (Luci) Kugathasan, 2025) On the 20th September 2025, School of Zines hosted Parramatta Zine Fair, an event encouraging zinesters to show off their talent and content to the community. Printed media...
Read Part 1 here — Indigenous Sovereignty: Welcome to Country Explained A 2024 report from the Australian Reconciliation Barometer found more than half (54%) of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people experience racism in Australian society. This...
Annie McCann is a published author and a Western Sydney University alum. As an Indonesian-Australian Muslim emcee and writer, she is deeply passionate about diverse voices. ‘My Harimau King’ McCann’s debut Middle-Grade novel, published by Melby Rose...
On the 31st of August 2025 NITV’s Bronte Charles and Yasmine Alwakal reported a ‘brutal, terrifying and traumatising’ Neo Nazi attack at Melbourne’s Camp Sovereignty. The peaceful protest with a smoking ceremony on sacred land turned into a violent, hate...