Essays

Was my father a good artist? Did his work have value? These were never questions that arose.

What is it that would make sticking the label of ‘writer’ onto my lapel feel justified? 

For most of 2020, I had a rash on the back of my hand that would not go away. I…

When it comes to contemporary fiction written for adults, everybody (writers and readers alike) seems to agree that it is no longer appropriate to make the forks sing, the flowers dance, or the cheeseburger speak. 

Five hundred years ago this past September, the survivors of the first-ever circumnavigation returned. Out of Magellan’s original crew of…

Essays and reviews written by First Nations peoples are the models and the tools and the terms settler readers/scholars need to consider in approaching First Nations works.

In late March 2020, I sent a WhatsApp message to the Indonesian author Budi Darma asking him to be careful about the new virus spreading around the globe.

The Bankstown Biennale is ‘making locality’ by bringing together Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal artists from across the country whose practice is often in conversation with homelands elsewhere.

Driving was something that was for other people, a way of interfacing easily with the world that I would always lack. 

It’s in my nature to be uncomfortable with the very idea of nature, the distinctions the term creates between acceptable and unacceptable behaviours and desires, the value systems it imposes and disguises. For me, nature and gender are both trouble.