Pigs in Space!
foreign to them
green vest, secured arms, unheld hands
is our resistance to pain;
suffering, other than our own,
wet grass, wet microphones,
strained voices through the airy colander;
leaves on trees or trees on leaves?
paper cut lips
paper flyers – death by a thousand
autumnal rain drops on red brick;
blood plastic zips
tents over tired bodies
at the end of another tired day.
Too many corporations are getting away with exploting young workers, writes student Megan Sapardanis.
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Tahlia Bowen reflects on the antisemitic terrorist attack at Bondi on December 14th, and why strength is found in communities coming together.
I caution my son—he is a cacao flowerpirouetting on our front lawn,his pigment humming the hue of the Other. It happened twice—the sight of him rousing barbs and flintsof passers-by’s discomfort:Hey! You!What are you doing there?as he stood in the skinof his own doorstep— mere existence an omen of peril. But the world laughs in mocking tones,Dial down […]
Too many corporations are getting away with exploting young workers, writes student Megan Sapardanis.