Sarah Peters
3 October 2016Authors
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Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.
The Bride Test is a really pure novel. It explores the intricacies of family, immigration, mental health, grief and so much more.
Paint to Poetry: Blue Booties & Alaskan Sky
Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.
100-words-or-less pieces about ghosts for Farrago 2019 Edition 6.
Come From Away is an exploration of community and hope. Taking place in Gander, Newfoundland, the musical tells the true stories of 38 diverted planes on September 11 2001 and the days that followed. The Melbourne show’s 12 person cast delves into a series of characters – townsfolk and plane people – who share fears and hopes alike. The show will make you laugh and cry.
A Pocket Of Peace In The Australian Bushland
I’ve found that my anxiety lessens on bushwalks. Standing still, the cool breeze against my skin, able to hear birds, frogs, and the rustle of leaves in the wind. I am able to free myself of societal constraints, prejudice and discrimination.
Review: Joanne Burns’ apparently
Even flipping through the collection days later. I feel a sense of strangeness, like I haven’t uncovered all the paths into Burns’ mind. This is a powerful strength of hers, you will not look at the same sentence the same way twice.
Paint to Poetry: The Succulent
Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.
Paint to Poetry: Rise and Shine
Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.
Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.
Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.
Review: From Dawn to Dusk, New Sun Poems where Beveridge Rises
Beveridge begins with a sunrise of colours that melt across the page, however the middle half of her collection felt gloomy and the divide between Wolf Notes and Storm and Honey was strong and jarring. But to watch her poems adapt and to feel a sense of accomplishment, that’s something I want to learn from.
Kiss her shoulders with peach lipstick on, remind the skin
to soften. On the new day that we have here, the sun
comes out more often.
When the memories flood through her skin
like milk – when you pour it into porridge,
Her world melts.
But I could do it, you know?
Take the banksia in my hands and
vase it, for the chance
of sucking honey from the world
as we bow to one another.
I’m entranced by lighting stores
imagining our kitchen
and lounge
and how it would feel when one day
you were home.
Holding doors open for
people, hoping they’ll open too
and embrace her,
Talk to her, thank her.
I haven’t been kissed in so long.
When everyone is tucked
between bedsheets stuffed with
love and honeycomb (because
‘Bone House’, the Light in a Broken Alley
When the world has constantly been exposed to the likes of Instagram poets, it can be incredibly difficult to find poignant writing that delivers something else, a level of almost distress, tinged with the encouragement to live out your life as best you can.
I’m strangely comforted by the hardcover casing of Darby Hudson’s WALK.
You sit with me
eating mandarins in the field of
sunflowers that hide us,
Spitting pips sucked on
back and forth.
she likes to be cosy
not warm but
wrapped up
Review: Lyrically Looming, Jennifer Mills’ Dyschronia
Dyschronia is not a book I would have initially picked up, however upon reading it, it has opened new ways of considering the world for myself.
differentiating wasps and bees
and you find yourself defenceless.
I could fit a whole pinecone in my chest.
I Think the Stars are Screaming
I think the stars are screaming honey.
I think I worked it out – why I admire and fear bees so much.
A short story by Sarah Peters on the similarities between a person and a sweat shirt.
Graphics
The campus has been a ghost town the last couple of months while we were putting Edition 5 together. It’s our busiest time of year right now with lots of media-related projects on the go—so a little bit of peace and quiet was probably necessary—but we’re so excited to have people in and out of the office asking us for stuff again with the new semester commencing. If you find yourself in Union House, come and say hello sometime! The media space and office is on Level 4, and our door is always open if you ever want to chat about getting involved or even just hang out or study with other like-minded media fanatics. And we’ve got a big, fuck off heater up here, and many teabags, so we can promise it’ll be a very cosy time.
In the week leading up to sending this mag to print, each of the editors had a work-related stress dream.
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