Coroner’s Findings

Coroner’s Findings

So the woman’s dream is, by their and our hands, hysterical. (And not entirely woman.)   Voices of expression and tins of regret. It seems that, despite all tendencies, we have stairs instead. Or steps. Or plans of steps, stepmothers and stepladders. Stemming...
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  • Dreamers Are Dragged Away

    Dreamers Are Dragged Away

    The following are translated excerpts from South Korean poet and activist Song Kyung-dong’s essay collection, Dreamers Are Dragged Away (Silcheon Press, 2011). “One vibrant day in May” It happened on a Saturday during my high school years—a clear spring day when the...
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  • Longitudinal Study

    Longitudinal Study

    Data is extractable and its valence changes. Precarity in relationship > when we are situated in relationship to circumstance > when others situate us in relationship causally. White supremacy destabilises and shakes, only once in a while. Is white...
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  • The Paradox of Environment Governance

    The Paradox of Environment Governance

    Despite the wealth of scientific knowledge available to us today, true environmental justice seems to be an almost unattainable goal. The increasing number of transnational environmental problems has been met with an increasing global response through multilateral...
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  • Nee Stokes

    Nee Stokes

    My aunty had become terminally ill. The recently found melanoma had spread and was now rapidly taking over her body. I flew up to Queensland to see her with my family, not knowing then, it was to be the last time I would ever see her again.Bundaberg was hot. I felt...
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  • Market Research Politics

    Market Research Politics

    ‘We’ve received reports of a suspicious individual conducting surveys and photographing people’s boarding passes around Terminal 2 of Domestic Airport.’ Two Federal police officers approached me. Both are Anglo-Australian men almost twice my...
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  • Quarantine gardening

    Quarantine gardening

    You can’t tell if your family gave up growing vegetables. Your Mum, gazing over, wishes for peaches.   Our turmeric/sage/ parsley (the talking herb we call it in our family language) tastes like nothing. Night   -time, in the garden, you observe minute LEDs...
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    Auctioneering

    If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it. Anne Carson   You take photos of the auction, the world’s straightest Mardi Gras. They fill the street like the opposite of rubble. You have no skin here; you raise $100 000 and...
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  • Anitya

    Anitya

    Inspired by the Tamil saying, “மாற்றம் ஒன்றே மாறாதது”(matrum ondrae maaraathathu) Translation: Change is the only unchangeable thing     The bird sits alone, Waiting, and mulling boredom, Feeling like dust float.   Change, ablaze unchanged,...
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  • Their Eyes Were Chasing Sun

    Their Eyes Were Chasing Sun

    After Zora Neale Hurston Tima carried a long-legged ease about her, thundering strides of a leader, full lips and wide eyes and melanin. She would raise her hand like the switch in Adelaide weather, abrupt and sure, delivering answers in Maths like they were meant to...
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  • Algorithm

    Algorithm

    stood before an automated door that refused to acknowledge my existence I thought but I’m here   & yes I do remember when time online was less anxious—not a threat to national security democracy   of course an election is not a cake walk though strolling...
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  • At One with the Precariat Sitting Outside

    At One with the Precariat Sitting Outside

    , at some lunch table not a desk at the University of Sydney , smoking on campus which is definitely illegal now , opening up my old student email account , to discover two weeks after the fact , my ‘creative’ PhD has been awarded an ‘academic’ prize , named after...
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  • Living in Precarity: the Grenfell Tower fire

    Living in Precarity: the Grenfell Tower fire

    Precarity and the conditions that underpin precarious living are not arbitrary. Rather, they are the engineered products of prioritising the interests of the few over the many. Such precarious living was the reality of the residents of the Grenfell Tower, who in 2017...
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  • I need to breathe

    I need to breathe

    I need to breathe Get up, look at that news Markers of enslavers Tearing down Pushed in the water Like them chains Clanking to the ground Like the bodies of ancestors past Forgotten in the water? ‘So-called australia. Born a prison, still a prison’ are the words of...
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  • Today (Impending)

    Today (Impending)

    Blood orange sun burning and tar melts under peach haze while house sails obscure in custard winds coughing hacking strangling to breathe and soft fur faces are singed and bloodied birds falling are like dying while flying like drink driving and trees turn to less...
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