Book x1 (The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury) By the time the flywire door crashed into its frame, Charlie was already on the street—and I had already followed her. ‘Why are you running?’ Charlies orange hair tumbled behind her, and…
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The first short story of the year is by Marilyn Hughes, a recent creative writing graduate who was previously been featured in Verandah. Enjoy. 1. The drama began when Libby’s waters broke, heralding the arrival of her much longed-for…
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Following the recent “uproar” on Q&A (the show allowed terror accused and sentenced Zaky Mallah to make some mildly inflammatory statements on-air regarding our government’s anti-terror policies, intimating that the government is forcing Muslim youths into extremism as a result)…
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As both sides of the political landscape frantically scramble to lay claim to the introduction of marriage equality to our country I have found myself struggling to see who, in modern Australia, could be opposed to gay marriage. In…
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Do I drink to write, or do I write to drink? It’s a question that has been poisoning my mind to no end, and the only conclusion I have is that I’ve discovered some fucked up mode of operation called…
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Life seems to move way too fast in here. I’m in that still drunk heading to hung-over state and I just need a coffee to try and dull the taste of ashtray in my mouth. It’s already too loud. I…
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Happy Wednesday friends. We are pleased to bring you part two of Rob Marsh’s interview with Julian Moran. If you haven’t yet had the opportunity – we encourage you to read part one of this insightful article, which can be…
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This evening at The Morning Bell we bring you an insightful and conscious look into plant medicine, a two part series. Rob Marsh interviews Julian Moran, who runs, with his wife Angela, Refugio Altiplano traditional healing centre in Iquitos Peru….
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About two months ago, on a chilly evening in Sydney, I had the pleasure of joining seven friends for an amiable Japanese dinner. We were understandably starved and thirsty after a six hour workshop plus an extra hour spent wandering…
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It’s a chilly Sunday morning in Daylesford, a small country town an hour and a half’s drive from Melbourne. From where I stand, fog rolls down the hillside like an avalanche in suspension, casting the surrounds in otherworldly luminescence like…
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