Creative – Page 17

Please resist me by Luka Lesson

Luka Lesson is the current Australian Poetry Slam Champion and Co-director of The Centre for Poetics and Justice based in Melbourne. Luka has been active in utilising hip-hop and poetry as a form of self-determination and raising awareness for marginalised young people through community development projects for many years. He has also taught Indigenous Studies at […]

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The Other Side of the Fence

This article is part of our February theme, which focuses on one of the great silences in the human rights conversation in Australia: Prisoners’ Rights. Read our Editorial for more on this theme. Our first piece for our February theme, Prisoners’ Rights, is a moving audio work which reminds us of the humanity of those we […]

Short Story: Blink

Blink is a short story inspired by the recent eviction of Occupy Melbourne from City Square. Click here to read an eyewitness account of the eviction by our Editor-in-Chief, Andre Dao, with an accompanying photo gallery. Adam didn’t blink from the high pitched screams. His eye simply pressed harder against the viewfinder, making sure the […]

Poem: Bloody regime

Bloody regime If the key of paradise was in the hands of Sudan’s regime, I would reject it If the signing of peace accord save Sudan’s regime, I would dismiss it If religion was in the name of Sudan’s regime, I would be godless If prayers bring Darfuri people rights, I will practice it If […]

Poem

Today I missed my train by 10 seconds I have to wait 20 minutes to catch the next one That is why I got upset and grabbed a paper and held a pen To write something in order to relieve my anxiety If you want to know how time is expensive just miss a train […]

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My Name is Rochelle

The following story is based on true events. It contains very graphic imagery which might shock some readers. It is not recommended for younger readers. It was late as Rochelle crossed the main street towards Mosman Park. She left behind the flickering streetlights and entered the unlit path of the park, dragging her fingers through […]