Carpenter Ants by Nina Greenhill When my daughter was born, we were determined to raise her as a person. No job was gendered, none of this ‘woman’s work’ or ‘man’s job’ that we had grown up with. She would have the opportunity to be capable and proficient. The thing we …

by Wen Yu Yang Heishi made the mistake of assuming the day was over. To be fair, it had been a long day. Junan, her supervisor at the Department of Beastly Affairs, spent hours on end grilling her for the progress on the State Senator’s gaulken, which she had been …

from Ye Olde Editorial Team Prelude. O! Chancellor Gonski, mythical man The tertiary sector is in havoc -  The Government splitting us asunder! -  misled, dazed, we’ve nothing left but panic. For the executive staff we are burdened with questions We read that, We are many and ye are few  …

by Issy Golding Barreling forwards forever Never linear — tides don’t allow for that when there's nowhere to go It’s been dark the whole time. Alone Bobbing in the open sea. The sea parts, like a comb through hair.  Is this the end? I can smell the salty breath of …

by Phoebe Au Loneliness Is the sound an axe makes Against piano keys our fingers once had kissed. Loneliness is a mother's silence as father's flames danced to the music's charred remains. Its ashes warm us one last day in this long, cold winter.  Tell me not to be afraid …

Wen Yu Yang works with the UNSWeetened Literary Journal and is a regular contributor to Tharunka. Content warnings: mental illness (Dissociative Identity Disorder), non-explicit domestic violence You saw the farmhouse for the first time in ten years.             Radio static buzzed in the car. The grey hills blocked out the reception …