Humanity
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The Sky
I look up and there it is. The sky. Just like before. Just like all my other days. And though it seems like nothing much has changed… Everything is different. Because now… I can finally see the sky. Oh, heavens,… Continue reading
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Michelle DeKretser. Melbourne Writers Festival
It was time to tackle a difficult read—a bold move, on my behalf. I’d grown up reading only for pleasure and, up until that point in my life, I’d not felt the need to be challenged by books. Reality could… Continue reading
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Alexis Wright: Boisbouvier Oration, Melbourne Writers Festival
I’ve never read an Alexis Wright, book. Until she won the 2018 Stella prize, I’d never even heard her name. But I can’t stop thinking about the speech she gave at the Melbourne Writers Festival on Wednesday night, and I… Continue reading
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The Rose
The rose began to wither, in her heart of woven gold, the ocean melted in her eyes for stories never told. The window shone the morning bright, not once did she look there, the darkness had become her and the… Continue reading
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The Aching Quiet
The aching quiet. You’d know it, I’m sure. The moment something could have been said but wasn’t. The moment silence was filled with a smile, a giggle, a tear. That’s what I think the aching quiet is. An ache of… Continue reading