“No beatbox, no life.” It’s a simple statement and I can’t help but laugh at the hyperbole, yet something about it rings poignant and true….
When you leave the place you’ve called home since you were nine years old for a country where the people live upside-down on the other…
“Will you be okay on your own?” the driver asked me, pulling to a stop. “I’ll be fine, thank you.” I’ve been doing this for…
This piece was inspired by the many conversations of my travels. The distant coastline falls beyond the view of the pier from the boundary of…
My eyes are blurry from the tears and I’m squirming in my seat. My nose is a faucet under my facemask. I’m struggling to control…
The internet is a menacing place for impressionable minds. Once the innocent home of LimeWire and teenage porn discovery, the realm of cyberspace has evolved…
When I was younger, I was obsessed with the idea of living in California. It was the subject of many of my conversations, late-night internet…
At 5:30am every weekday, my alarm goes off. I get up, stretch the stiffness out of my back, get dressed in my work clothes, put…
“Every day I come home from work and wonder, why are so many people living in my house?” After four months of living in Coffs…
It’s 9pm on a Saturday. Joel and I sit on the couch in the shared common room of a North Queensland hostel. I tilt my…
My dad has had the same nightly ritual for as long as I can remember. After arriving home from work, he drops his bags, sits…
This is a story of community, kindness and sharting. I arrived around midday at a little surf town in the north of Peru called Lobitos:…
