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The underside of a dome-shaped building cast in orange light, with a spiral of blue sky visible between the arches of the building.

Nothing to Declare

You check the clock on the wall and see your flight boards in less than an hour. You’re cutting it closer than you like.


A purple aster plant

Beauty for Butterflies

Content Warning: Sexual Abuse
How can they be so beautiful and don’t even know it? They can’t see they self. They must be so sad.


Cover of Born Into This

Excerpt from Born Into This: Born Into This

Kara was the receptionist at the Aboriginal housing co-op in Launceston. She was the face, the voice, the first point of contact. She was used to copping shit, but that didn’t make it any more palatable.


Trees and a twilit sky reflected in water

We Know How It Ends

Leonie and I were twelve years old when the first girl in our grade had her Adventure.


Book Cover of Swimmers in Winter

Excerpt from “Flood Lands” from Swimmers in Winter

Most people well enough to work with their bodies have left the village by now, headed for higher ground. I hear stories of what is out there, not so far away, closer to the sea—miles and miles of rusted, peeling, broken structures strewn across the land, hulking shapes like beached whales, their webbed plastic flesh torn away from their ribbed metal frames. Into the giant fruit of industry, the natural world is moving. It disassembles and it fills everything.