• I still haven’t got my breath back

    I still haven’t got my breath back

    A prose poem of “found fragments”, compiled by Julia Prendergast in homage to Swinburne student readings: ‘Tell me’ / Sudden Writing Spoken Word Event, 13 April 2022.

  • Journey to the End of the Line by Jarryd Worland 

    Journey to the End of the Line by Jarryd Worland 

    In my most recent adventure, I spent a cool, summer day travelling to the end of all 15 electrified train lines in Melbourne – within 24 hours. I followed a planned route that had me span Metro Trains, SmartBuses, local buses, trams, and even a V/Line train, accompanied with a little bit of walking (and some running!)

  • A Blipped Education by Charlene Behal

    A Blipped Education by Charlene Behal

    “It’s crazy to think that there are now three generations of pandemic students, and I’m a part of the first generation. My introduction to uni was two weeks of face-to-face classes which turned into two years of purely online classes. Back then, teachers used to bang on about how ‘digital learning’ paled in comparison to attending face-to-face classes”

  • Language by Aisha Noorani

    Language by Aisha Noorani

    “Language, perhaps, is not merely the endless attachment of letters to letters, and words to words. Perhaps, it is all and everything that can evoke something in you and me, or I and we. Perhaps, words allow the enslaved to be free”

  • A Force to be Reckoned With by Jessica Norris

    A Force to be Reckoned With by Jessica Norris

    “As I reflect on International Women’s Day this year, I am reminded of how critical it is for the stories and testimonies of women to be upheld and valued – not just by society at large – but also by one another as individuals.”

  • Remembering Richard Mercer’s ‘Love Song Dedications’ by Yvonne Aoll

    Remembering Richard Mercer’s ‘Love Song Dedications’ by Yvonne Aoll

    “For well over a decade, Australia’s ‘Love God’, Richard Mercer, dominated late-night radio with his honey-toned voice, endearing personality, and memorable love songs. Night after night, Mercer’s fans would call Mix FM’s love-line where he would listen to them, masterfully engaging in their love stories, before playing a befitting power ballad dedicated to their loved ones (or broken hearts). For most listeners, Mercer was a faceless, friendly radio voice who comforted them to sleep almost every single weeknight.”

  • Dear Sister by Zoe Sorenson

    Dear Sister by Zoe Sorenson

    “Your plants are still here. I guess that’s kinda obvious since you couldn’t really fit multiple potted plants (or stupid kid-brothers) in the one duffel bag you packed when you decided to leave forever.”

  • BBQs Don’t Mean That Much to Me by Jessica Norris

    BBQs Don’t Mean That Much to Me by Jessica Norris

    Content warning: Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, and those belonging to Indigenous communities, are advised that the following article contains the mention of deceased persons and colonial violence.

  • An Unfortunate Introduction by Shawnee Neal

    An Unfortunate Introduction by Shawnee Neal

    “When the Zoom call finished, I sat in silence for a while and stared numbly at my frozen reflection on the empty, black screen in front of me. I took some time to breathe and centre myself before I tried to move. Eventually, I closed my laptop and dragged myself to the kitchen where Mum was sitting at the dining table.”

  • Contemporary Communication: Reviewing NGV Triennial

    Contemporary Communication: Reviewing NGV Triennial

    “The NGV Triennial 2020 presented a series of contemporary design and artwork collections, featuring a stunning visual experience and thought-provoking views by multiple artists and designers. Various recent projects demonstrate the creative process and outcomes based on both our history and our modern technical advancements. This exhibition review will introduce and analyse some of the art and design works exhibited in the NGV Triennial.”

  • Claiming Frontiers by Milieah Brett

    Claiming Frontiers by Milieah Brett

    “They said we had it all figured out. That it was our duty to take our message out there. To expand. Look outwards and forwards. But my dispatcher hasn’t contacted me for days, and no one even knows my name out here. How can I keep track of any message, how can I keep a hold of who I even am. I’m too far forward. I’m too far out.”

  • Sudden Writing comp winner: Penumbra By Evelyn Lee

    Sudden Writing comp winner: Penumbra By Evelyn Lee

    “The boys tumble out of the sea, their golden limbs caught in the afternoon sun. My boys, she thinks. They drive silently, settling into the freeway as the sky begins to darken.”