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…
“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…
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:…
Am I an alcoholic? Some might say that if I have to ask myself this question, I probably already know the answer. I sit here…
I had just stepped off the ferry on Minjerribah – or North Stradbroke Island – when I discovered my home state South Australia had slammed…
I was sitting in the living room with my parents when the news of the first lockdown came out. The three of us, clutching onto…
For a few years I lived in the Trastevere district of Rome. I rode a bicycle to work and bought groceries at the market. I…
I woke up on the 1st of January this year in a double bed spooning two of my friends in their dad’s apartment in a…
