It was early 1919, you tapped on my shoulder, and I remember cowering in, my shoulders hunching, and I turned...
I am wearing my mother’s wedding dress. It’s simple, classic, sleeveless. There’s a corset underneath which makes it hard to...
Sometimes I dream about times past, scattered in the wind. The taste of a particularly citrusy apple. The smell of...
Do the myths surrounding women's safety in public spaces, particularly at night time, have a cumulative effect in limiting their freedom?
This literary analysis was written in my first semester during my time in ‘Contemporary Australian Writing’. Upon seeing ‘Growing up...
Do these images make you uncomfortable? Why? Because it’s unfamiliar. Why is it unfamiliar? “Wouldn’t touch one of those seats...
