Right Now is holding a short fiction and poetry competition! The winning poem and the winning short story will be awarded $500 in prize money each and will be published in Right Now’s highly anticipated print anthology.
Anne Manne examines the culture within the Catholic Church that allowed the ongoing sexual abuse of children.
I heard myself confusing tenses – intentionally – saw that I was trying to simplify the message – to speak her language – failing miserably. I hadn’t even asked what her language was. Even if I did I knew I didn’t speak it.
We must strive for gender parity in society if we are to abolish gender-based violence in the home.
What does it say about Australia that 100,000 sleep rough every night? Tony Birch sheds some light on society’s invisible people.
By Jacqui Fetchet. This article is part of our April and May focus on Art and Human Rights. “For me the idea of a blank canvas is one of the most empowering things – the thought that you can do anything, go anywhere, say whatever you want. It is freedom of speech. For my people it […]
By Berni M Janssen. This article is part of our April and May focus on Art and Human Rights The Preserves Project is a multi-arts project celebrating the ways people from different cultural backgrounds preserve, share and pass on what they value. The trees are heavy with fruit, not every year, but when the season has […]
By Lizz Murphy This poem is part of our April and May focus on Art and Human Rights. Lizz Murphy has read her poetry in cafés and courthouses, feasts and festivals, schools and sculleries. She moved to the bush (Binalong NSW) over thirty years ago for fresh air and country schools and before long found […]
By Asher Hirsch This article is part of our April and May focus on Art and Human Rights Sometimes, when I have the courage and my camera with me, I ask people on the train if I can take their photo. Usually this doesn’t turn out to be so interesting, and often I never use […]
By B.S.Clifford. They were lined up along the dock, I couldn’t tell if they were enemies or friends. Bobbing up and down, Up and down, Gracefully and silently In the cold and inky black water. They were tied up, In pairs or by themselves. They were waiting their turn. Waiting And aging. They […]
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day? We who watch the television and not a war so much, do not understand how, there, outside our lounge rooms, people unwillingly must leave their homes, unsure – chancing their families to criminals to provide safe passage in […]
By Meleesha Bardolia. This piece is part of our December 2012 and January 2013 focus on Asylum Seekers. People are sitting on the edge of Victoria Street, hunching over, legs angling apart. Saving their threads from psychedelic splatters of tandoori and dollops of tzatziki, Melbournians perch outside the Queen Victoria Night Market and feast. Entering the corridor […]
