Carolyn Huane

21 February 2016

Underground, Outer Space

A poem written about Carolyn Huane.

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I Think the Stars are Screaming

I think the stars are screaming honey.

Empty rhetoric

Indigenous staff members were surprised to find that references to Indigenous employment targets have been removed from a proposed new version of a staff agreement.

Recollections 1

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AUSTRALIARK

Gareth Cox-Martin taps into Australia’s potential.

Matcha Do About Nothing?

Hania Syed tastes an emerging trend.

When I Ripped My Pants

Like in teen movies when the nerd girl takes off her glasses, I ripped my pants and was ready to disappoint my parents.

Come ACME Bruh

I, Wile E. Coyote, would like to lodge yet another complaint regarding two more of your faulty products.

Is Kanye Kanye?

Is he really that ridiculous or is it all an act?

The Postcode Paradigm

Simone Williams meditates on the East West debate.

Couldn’t Escape If I Wanted To

Danielle Crocci recounts a life lived by Abba songs.

Uniform of Chains

I would weave my fingers through the dirty forest of hair on the creature’s heavy head and I would apologise, over and over again.

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