The Bureau Drawer

“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?” “No, what?” I would say. “A piece of dust.” (Sylvia Plath) We exist in an odd shell. Fragility is a rich, red blood and society is a shark – but you’re protected by a shark net. You’re just bleeding out in the ocean, dying slowly, whilst the […]

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“It” is a Fragile Promise

The fireplace, which used to be the centre of the house and a node of comfort and warmth, became angry. It would shake and roar. Maybe we had made it anxious too; during that last year especially, it stopped being a friend.

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Literature Review: Tabooed Topics in Narrative

“What happens when the story involves suicide, murder, crime, war, death, incest or rape? What if these were part of our family stories? And as writers, what do we ‘do’ with these difficult memories?” (Guntarik et. al 2015)

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The Antagonist was a Good Man

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep” These two lines were extracted from a favourite poem of mine, The Breeze at Dawn, written by Mewlana Rumi. They’ve been speaking to me as I have drafted this post over the past several days. I read an incredibly moving blog […]

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Obtaining Consent from an Invisible Audience

Obtaining consent is an ethical requirement of undertaking research, yet there is a gap in research ethics in terms of collecting online data. My research project (see my proposal here) involves the mass collection of tweets containing “#feminism” over three days to issue map feminism online. Unlike most other students in BCM212, who are setting […]

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Harry Potter and the Chamber of Onions

Every online destination you visit is recorded and stored (like this). An IP address, which records your location details, directs the content you email, or otherwise transmit, to various other nodes in the internet. This occurs the same way a postal address transmits packages to a different locations in a suburb. In response to the […]

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Lost in (mobile) Space

Twas a dark and stormy Tuesday afternoon and the University of Wollongong was swarming with malnourished and impoverished students. I was tiptoeing slowly in the shadows. I heard footsteps behind me; my pace quickened. The footsteps broke into a run. I look around at the gloomy corridors of building 19; where do I run? “Hey […]

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