Together Alone
"Here alone with all these people/ With one distinct similarity/ But somehow overwhelmingly different"
Fiction
Don’t Call Me Jenna Price
How is certainty supposed to feel? Michael Di Iorio ponders the uncertainty of his future in this heart-wrenching poem.
What’s Worse?
I’m compiling a list. I want to ask the woman beside me in a black plastic cape, “What’s worse than a hairdressing appointment?”
Sun Mermaid
It was March 2016. I’d stumbled upon McIver’s Ladies Baths on one ridiculously hot day. I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, the bare bones of feminism. . .
Winter’s Fruit
The sky was navy when it snowed A rush of swirling white, The girl was sleeping quietly In a bed with blankets tight.
Tinder, Loving Care
Dani Encarnacion hilariously lists an exploration of thoughts on interracial dating between women of colour and white men.
Second Letter from Ure’ & On the Day Before We Died
Ogo NwangumaSecond Letter from Ure'Obi’m,I did find someone else, like you asked me to.He’s a good man, I know, but not as beautiful as you.He loves me dearly, and hopes
Shards
Mariela Powell Thomas, art by Wilson Leung | @_why_design
மந்திரம்
Srisha SritharanAs a young, Australian-born Tamil woman, Srisha Sritharan uses poetry to explore contemporary socio-politics. While studying Business at UTS, Srisha’s passion for spoken word was birthed during her time