Marcela De Vivo

Writer Marcela De Vivo talks literary translation: “Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë—heck, even good old J.K. Rowling—these are all authors that can be enjoyed by English-speakers without having to give a second thought to discrepancies in translation. Imagine reading Shakespeare in translation—how could they possibly capture the rhythm of the iambic pentameter?”

Sandra Thibodeaux

3 poems from guest Sandra Thibodeaux, the incredibly talented poet and playwright from Darwin

Danny Dawson

Two poems from London’s rising star poet, Danny Dawson.

Lannah Sawers-Diggins

I offer no apology for the fact that this piece is written in both past and present tenses. Nor for the fact that I have used the imperial measurement system, as opposed to the metric. I grew up with the former and this is the way I have always written this piece.

Mention the Australian outback to most people, be they from another nation or other parts of Australia and visions of a vast, barren desert, miles upon miles of virtually nothing except a bush here and maybe a tree there and plenty of red bulldust, are usually conjured up. Overall not an attractive picture, so most would think.

How wrong can one be.

Matthew Lee Knowles

My music – suggestive, with preferably more for the performer than the audience. I actively want the majority of people to dislike my music, or, more accurately, distrust what they hear – which is more than just turning a negative into a positive, I just have a different idea of perfection. I have used chance procedures, graphic notation, textual and theatrical instruction both bizarre and traditional. I think I’m still a way off writing the music I really want to write. I love notes, I can’t think of a better way to spend my time doodling impossible lines of music, pushing a fragment of material to its exhaustion, delighting myself in symmetries (broken and total), patterns and relationships. Toying with probability assists inspiration, I keep dice and bingo balls on my desk, along with scrabble tiles and containers of pitches, waiting to be plucked out and written down.

Constantine Carluen

The ‘it’ factor When Georgia asked me if I would write for her column, I began writing a clichéd story of my experience of online dating which has become a conveyor belt of awkward goodbyes and disappointment. With the number of dates I’ve been on, I’ve become very good at the whole first date. Come […]

Nicole Healing

There’s No Place Like Home I have a moderate to severe case of wanderlust, which I ascribe in equal measure to my Romani blood (50% proof), limited attentions span, and downright curiosity. Last year I found myself at one of life’s crossroads: I hit the Big 3-0, lost my job through redundancy as part of […]

Gemma O’Donoghue

To mother Mother (n) To mother (v)   I am of a certain age. ( I wonder who first coined this phrase, and what was the exact age they were referring to, and were they referring to a man or a woman when it was first said and did they have any idea how the […]

George Peach

Stalker Marries Object of Desire; and still I’m alone There is more true love out there than I thought. Actually, just – true love is out there… it actually is, truly. My wearied (well before its years) heart secretly believed, cloistered beneath feigned hopefulnesses, that true love was dead. Or at least that it was […]

Chris Daughtry

I Wonder Have you ever wondered about wonder? I have, but I’m weird like that. Since childhood I’ve had a tendency to think about things that most people probably wouldn’t. And not by design mind you. In all honesty, I think it’s my brain’s way of coping with what would probably be diagnosed today as […]