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Freya Daly Sadgrove
Something that strikes me as pretty funny now is that when I was a kid, other kids were always asking if I’d forgotten to take my meds that morning. I wasn’t on any kind of meds; it was a sick ...
When Rabbits Scream

When Rabbits Scream

Mohammed Massoud Morsi
Ronald Reagan loved poop. No kidding. Out of the almost 1000 inhabitants of our farm, he absolutely demolished the little black orbs—pellets were apparently not as delicious, or perhaps too hard on the teeth. We’ll never know. Reagan, as we called ...
Here Lies

Here Lies

Franklyn Hudson, Franklyn Hudson
One of the most memorable lines in Romeo and Juliet is when Romeo stands under Juliet’s balcony and she says, ‘What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.’ When I asked ...
Against Hope

Against Hope

Ben Brooker
I suppose I lost hope this way. On 16 February 2003 I march through the centre of Adelaide against the war in Iraq. I’m 18, just a few months across the legally recognised threshold of adulthood, and about to start ...
Wild Life

Wild Life

Alicia Gadd-Carolan
Last week my dog killed a rabbit. It appeared in the afternoon by the shed, when the garden was swimming in sticky sunlight, poked its little nose out from behind the blue steel box and sniffed the air. With the ...
This Must Be Very Strange

This Must Be Very Strange

Hila Shachar
One of the things about having synaesthesia that I’ve only become aware of in the past few years is that I smell certain music. There is a scene in Robert Guédiguian’s film L’Armée du crime (2009) that suddenly and loudly ...
How My Black and Indigenous Grandparents Remind Me of My White Privilege

How My Black and Indigenous Grandparents Remind Me of My White Privilege

Natalia Figueroa Barroso
As a light-skinned Uruguayan of African and Charrúa descent, I’ve always felt unsure whether I could claim my Blackness, because I’m well aware that my Whiteness gives me the privilege that my abuelos could never have. ‘Once you see the cemetery, ...
Scripture of the Heaviest Kind

Scripture of the Heaviest Kind

Madison Griffiths
'History begins with someone else’s memory of you.’ This is how Julia Cohen opens her essay on abortion for the New England Review, and I know this because I have been relentlessly scouring the internet for essays on abortion and ...
Gulp, Swallow

Gulp, Swallow

Brooke Boland
I’m sitting on the verandah with my father, not looking at the view. He’s sick, with the kind of advanced condition you don’t know you’ll come back from. One end of a line runs directly to his heart, the other ...
Leavings

Leavings

Jessica L. Wilkinson
1. When I was very little—four or five, perhaps—I saw an unexplainable entity. There were two sightings of this creature, vivid enough to burn into my memory. First it appeared under my bed; it seemed white in colour and was ...
Meeting Selena

Meeting Selena

Sue Hall Pyke
Spring, well over a decade ago. I head up the rise before the fruit trees as a tiger snake moves across the path made by my regular round of the tree paddock, a cherished place transformed more than ten years before ...
Piscine Epiphanies

Piscine Epiphanies

James Walton
I got a little pissed last evening. The label said ‘Vote Responsibly’, a fundraiser. The frozen fish and chips were cooking in the oven, yes, I know the contradiction there. Dancing to Nina Simone, in a way that disturbed the ...
The Child in Me

The Child in Me

Na'ama Carlin
The day Sydney’s COVID numbers broke 600, I booked in for a week-13 structural ultrasound. Becoming pregnant during New South Wales’s COVID-19 pandemic has been a struggle. Weeks on end of lockdown, without hope of seeing family or friends, removed ...
Exposure

Exposure

Alexander Wells, Alexander Wells
When you play elite soccer, you have to be fast. At the youth state trials, the coach said, ‘You boys gotta believe in your potential. Anyone can be coached—anyone who isn’t slow, I mean.’ Did everyone look over at me? ...
A Steady Gamble

A Steady Gamble

Alice Bishop
On elective egg freezing during COVID-19 'Do you have a partner?’ the woman from Monash IVF asks through the phone. I’m on my home-office lunchbreak in my small Thornbury rental. Autumn sun strains through the overgrown front window and patterns ...