Selling the Farm - by Nicole Gill
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Selling the Farm - by Nicole Gill

Nicole Gill on holding on, and letting go:
They’re selling our family farm. And I don’t think that I can stop it. I find out second-hand, from my brother. My mind skips over emotions like a stone across water – denial, anger, straight over bargaining, and into depression. How can this be? The Van Diemonian squattocracy ain’t what it used to be …

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Cod Opening - by Wayne Marshall
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Cod Opening - by Wayne Marshall

So, finally. After a near torturous week of waiting, it’s here. After a week of sleepless nights, of time crawling by on the factory walls, of preparing his fishing rods and watching the weather – Cod Opening. …

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For Sale - by Ruth Quibell
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For Sale - by Ruth Quibell

Ruth Quibell on homesickness and the fading of the great Australian dream:
Like most Australians, I once aspired to own a home of my own, but as I get older, and property prices further part ways with median incomes, I know it is unlikely. I’m far from an outlier … Whatever my other achievements at work, or in my personal relationships, I am left with an unresolved longing for a permanent home …

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Sunlight / Dear Mum - by Graham Akhurst
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Sunlight / Dear Mum - by Graham Akhurst

… At midday the sun was high and bright in the clear blue sky. You took off your slippers, socks, and beanie, and walked your frail body – with the hospital gown hanging loosely over you and the wheels of your drip machine rattling – onto the lawn …

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Sisters Akousmatica: Herstory of Radio
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Sisters Akousmatica: Herstory of Radio

[Voix Fantôme] The act of simply being women in public space, in radio/broadcast space, in performance space, in the world, can be a radical one – but we do not wish to leave it at that.
[Transmitter 1] How? How to begin to unpick a thousand years of cultural status quo?

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Stingrays - by Christine Kearney
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Stingrays - by Christine Kearney

There are stingrays in the lake, Daddy warned. They wait on the sandy lake bed and when you come crashing through the shallows and step on one, boom! You get a poisoned barb through your foot. The pain, he said, is excruciating. I was eleven years old that summer, and every afternoon when we got back from the beach, Tristan and I went down to the lake with my new dinghy …

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Tend - by Jo Langdon
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Tend - by Jo Langdon

I could some days mistake for a flower/
the perineum—by letter & sound—it’s true:/
like some variant nasturtium/
of jaunty colour atop salad leaves & dressed/
in bright oil …

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Eve - by Laura Elvery
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Eve - by Laura Elvery

My grey jacket – serious, but not a traumatic colour – is standard issue. I push my arms into the sleeves and wait for the list of Carriers to come through on my phone …

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Double Yolker - by Mish Meijers
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Double Yolker - by Mish Meijers

These are not things you will ever see. Meijers is constructing images and objects that merge politics with theatre (as if that needs to be consciously done). She is allowing us an audience with everything that exists behind closed doors, and she is putting a spotlight on it, and as it stands, sweaty and blinking out at the darkness and forgetting its lines, she is sticking the knife in, and playing for the dramatic finale …

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hope thicks the air - by Viv Cutbush
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hope thicks the air - by Viv Cutbush

… It’s about the movement of water. Clay, silt, sand and gravel. The skin of a mountain ash tree. It’s about Joan of Arc and hope in the dark. It’s about the futility of words, except without words all we are left with is what goes unsaid …

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The Teeth and the Curl: A Note to a Cousin - by Robbie Arnott
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The Teeth and the Curl: A Note to a Cousin - by Robbie Arnott

… You find no cowries by rushing. She told us that, once. Many times. The coarse beach climbing beneath our nails as she spoke. Harsh rocks stubbing our toes into jammy mash when we ignored her and sprinted into the shallows. Oyster shells blading through the skin of our fingers as she said slow down, slow down. You have a whole life …

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