Stories

'But her passing was so sudden that she couldn’t glimpse her ‘flag of sky’ one last time. When eyes close without warning, who can tell what moment of beauty they freeze on?'

'After nine years of trying to make sense of what plays out at our nation’s borders, I am left with more questions than answers.'

'The problem came at night, usually after I’d spent hours watching or reading the news. In that space – after dark but before bed – silence became a vacuum that worries rushed to fill.'

'I want to write my own love letter to my heritage, to show that First Nations girls, Torres Strait Islander girls and African Australian girls, can be in fiction and have adventures and be very important to Australian literature on a whole.'

'I learnt how to be lonely again, and how to be good company to myself; how to notice, how to try and enjoy every moment of solitude and bustling city noise.'

"When being the outsider to a culture, one must make peace with indifference and apathy. There will be days when you will go unnoticed and left out and that’s okay."

"The hardships of the international students, who pay at least three times the fee domestic residents pay for their university tuition, is evident enough to prove that the government simply wants monetary benefits from us, and neglect to see the larger picture of the humanitarian crisis."

"The homesickness would just hit me out of the blue, like a bolt of lightning, and then it drowns you, but then, you get back up on your feet."

'How to invite the moment into the span of the sentence, let the light of memory wash over the paper and the elliptical light print its shadow words on the page.'