Audio Recordings

Edited by Mell Chun

NON-FICTION

An Outcast Cast Out ︎︎︎

I guess I should start by saying, “Welcome… welcome to the fringes.” It’s what we do, right? We welcome you to our places and spaces. It’s part of the running sheet these days. You got an event or meeting? Oop, we gotta get a welcome!

BY TABITHA LEAN

POETRY

you could have called this work ︎︎︎

…every night, we lit candles in the shrine: holy place for the space our friends left behind. a memorial for what the plague took. The Club: we went up to get down, get on, get lost in a midnight mass of connections. we could’ve named this work, but we called it a grammar of swollen feet.

BY SCOTT-PATRICK MITCHELL

NON-FICTION

Tandurrum ︎︎︎

I want to speak of hospitality and the blanket. And I want to speak about reparations. When the British first invaded Aboriginal Country in the late eighteenth century they bought many blankets with them, along with a variety of useless trinkets that included beads, mirrors and, for reasons unknown, buttoned shirts.

BY TONY BIRCH

POETRY

fanua | whenua ︎︎︎

land, earth, ground, place
a grounding that I never asked permission for
a host who never offered home
but has only ever shown hospitality

BY LANA LOPESI

FICTION

Once Were Foreigners ︎︎︎

When a foreigner lives with you in your land, don’t take advantage of him. Treat the foreigner the same as if he were native-born. Love him like one of your own. Remember that you were once foreigners in Egypt — Leviticus 19:33-34.

BY ITA-MARIE RALAGO

ESSAY

Notes on a BLACKPINK (Sort Of) Revolution *coming soon*

As of 2020 BLACKPINK, the world’s biggest K-pop girl group, still lived in a dorm. Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa and Rosé —women in their mid-twenties whose lyrics include, ‘You’re the cherry piece, just stay on top of me’ and ‘Get the bag with the cream if you know what I mean’ — were contractually forbidden from dating.

BY S.L. LIM

NON-FICTION

Living With Yourself ︎︎︎

When I was a child, my mother ran away from home. That sounds silly; of course it does. I think she was fed up. Over what, I don’t remember— that my sister and I, around nine and thirteen, had been fighting that week, possibly that one of us had raised our voice at the other in a cinema and she thought it embarrassing.

BY EDA GUNAYDIN

FICTION

A Lovely Part Of The World ︎︎︎

Ella’s mother believed that gratitude was in short supply in her daughters. One day, her sister Freya was crying at the dining table because Centrelink had decided that she actually qualified for $150 dollars less per week; and to make matters worse, she was now owing the government money and had to immediately repay the extra $150 she had received for the last three payments.

BY RUPERT AZZOPARDI

NON-FICTION

Island Time: Animal Crossing and Sacred Hospitality ︎︎︎

You spend the early pandemic laid up at your partner’s parents’ home, their new baby brother asleep in their bedroom for ease of access. There is a joyful spread of Animal Crossing across Twitter, its coincidence with multiple aesthetics reimagined in-game: Cottagecore, light/dark academia, perfect e-recreations of Harajuku.

BY JOSIE DEANE

POETRY

ex malo bonum *coming soon*

exposed limbs dance
across liminalspace
catching
in crevice cracked
where watersnake moulded

BY RAELEE LANCASTER

INTERVIEW

In Defence Of The Fenceless *coming soon*

As a Narrm-based Ballardong Noongar woman and urban planner-turned-nonfiction writer, space and place have always been the focus for Timmah Ball. Now, after two years of compression and a recent relocation back to Perth, Timmah is refining her perspective to find ways to hold space, rather than to shape it.

BY SAM CANNON

POETRY

Smoke & Mirrors *coming soon*

We unpack the weight of each day
Dusk fades and night falls
Like a farm we are bound
In a yard that is free yet framed

BY HANI ABDILE

POETRY

Medusa tries MDMA for the first time *coming soon*

in the club, which is cheaper than therapy. If you move the body first, the mind might follow. Think of yourself as a door. Instigate a laugh from the bouncer, crush up a hug. Know that the door bitch
is an oracle.

BY IZZY ROBERTS-ORR

INTERVIEW

In Conversation with Deborah Cheetham *coming soon*

I want to begin by asking about the lovely self-description you give of yourself: Yorta Yorta by birth, Stolen Generation by government policy, soprano by diligence, composer by necessity, lesbian by practice. Is there anything you might change or add to it now?

BY DECLAN FRY