Mother’s Room
Seoul is heavy with summer, the air swollen with all the lovely sounds and scents of it. Lee Sae-jin arrives home from school, calling for his younger brothers as he kicks pebbles down the gravel path....
View ArticleUnseen Habitation
Unseen Habitation was a site specific exhibition featuring work by five Australian artists from diverse migration experiences: Somalia, Eritrea /Egypt, Vietnam and Bosnia. Unseen Habitation explored...
View ArticleLet the wild romp begin
2013 marks the 21st anniversary of the controversial Australian film Romper Stomper, released in late 1992, about neo-Nazi skinheads living in Melbourne. I was in grade ten at the time, living in a...
View ArticleBeing white: more about the The Two Chairs initiative
Being white I should start with introducing myself. My name is Dan, my background is Chilean although I tend to identify as a white Australian. I’m also married and share custody of my five year old...
View ArticleChoeung Ek (Killing Field)
Human bone underfoot a hoopoe calling out of silence. The tree against which infants were killed, still broad, again green. A boy from a nearby shanty calls from the other side of the perimeter-fence –...
View ArticleInterview with Matt Huynh. MA
MA, a new graphic novel by artist Matt Huynh, traces the story of his family’s journey as they are displaced by the Vietnam War and flee to a Malaysian refugee camp. Matt Huynh is a Sydney born /...
View ArticleInterview with Nikki Lam. Falling Leaf Returns to its Roots / 落葉歸根
Falling Leaf Returns to its Roots / 落葉歸根 On the glimpse of this land they seek, its purpose, its stories, its authenticity. The past is corroding; the future is unknown. The present lingers questions...
View ArticleVeterans’ villanelle
It changed him as father, as a son the day we went to war, became Allied. She left behind a daughter, almost one. He joined up with his mates. The training done his brothers shook his hands; his mother...
View ArticleThe Tower
The erect mega-ruin, the impenetrable Monument in decay Time-wasting-rotting concrete I stood looking at your face Beehive of porous holes Airborn catacombs Humans were once In them Lived Raised...
View ArticleTwo
Coming back to the room in my parent’s apartment. Shared air duct, every murmur exchanged and amplified between their room. A message is awaiting me on Facebook. Open a tab, click on a YouTube clip....
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