ALL PIECES
MAE-ROSE BARBOUR
Magic lost and magic foundI’ve always loved the beach. I love how beautiful it is, with water that …
CHARLOTTE BYRNES
The flaming treeI met a new person, Terri. They have short black hair and warm brown …
BETTINA CHARLES
The shape of forgettingI do not remember the moment childhood ended. There was no …
LILY GRACE
A mother's love‘You don’t want to see this,’ they say. ‘It’s something you’ll never be able to …
LILY GRAYDON
Our little whirlpoolWe’re rolling. Rolling. Who are you? Oh, I’m Elias. Who am I to you …
RYU KONRAD
Crawl the rooms of our mindsSomething feels off beneath the shadows of the cityscape. Life feels …
SIENNA JONES
YouThrough shattered glimpses of a life that was mine, but not, I breathe in …
WESLEY LING
ShardsIn our house, we had many pictures. They adorned the white walls …
SHANIA LOURDES
The MatriarchThe room was dark, air thick enough for my breath to catch. My feet were …
SPIDER MORRIS
Witness: field journal of annihilationI saw it in a room built for silence. A body shaped from wood, horns, glass …
BEN MUSTER
Me in Mum's photos of meMum. Sometimes I look at photos you’ve taken of me and it’s hard to see …
TEGAN PARRISH
My hair falls outI am staring at seven large portraits. The frames are placed adjacently …
CRISLIN ROSETE
A portmanteau of two Filipino parentsShe was young when she got married. The big, grown-up 19, the age when …
JOSHUA SITCH
Silly wood ducksRight now it rains. I’m standing under the State Library portico …
OLIVER SMARDENKAS
Art ripplesStreaks of brilliant light shoot down from the ceiling, a dizzying maze of …
KATARINA TOBIN-SPALL
StatuesqueIt’s staring at me. I’ll get to it eventually; I can’t rush through. I’ve got to finish …
AUDREY TURNER
YeeshThe main floor is over lit; the lights are Aurora Borealis at x2 speed. I’m …
DANIEL VENDRAMINI
FeverIn a large dark room, with paintings and screens making their presence …
SAM WILLIAMS
Dust becomes the sunIt starts at a single point in the void. It fits in a space that defies …
ZARAH YAKUBU
All those prayers must go to his stomachI want to say that the glint in the gazelle’s eye is not from light being emitted …