It is September and you’re 19 years old. You’re sobbing in an airport terminal – because you’re not sure you want to leave anymore –…
“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…
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…
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 notice the wildlife before the people. Between the hoards of holy cows and scavengers of the sky, there’s fierce competition for edible waste. I’m…
When I arrived at his dilapidated treehouse, I complimented Michael on the taxidermy snake he had draped on his kitchen window sill. I found comfort…
It’s a look of adjustment. Coloured people have felt it since the ancient time, since the long, long ago when the sun stopped shining where…
We smiled and thrashed around in the pool because they told us to. We yelled out “Schoolies!” with our drinks in the air because they…
It’s been a whole year now of living with the spicy cough, and though in Australia we’ve been fairly bloody lucky to escape the brunt…
