In our own voice
Publishing original works by writers with a disability, mental illness or who are deaf.
What can sickness mean?
Two days ago, I went to bed with the imprint of a status from a friend on my eyelids. “Trapped underneath Martin Place,” it read. “I am safe, but just in case…I love you all”.read more
We need to talk.
I just want to say , the past 28 years I have been a part of this relationship has been far too long. I have no wish to be married to you.read more
September 11 2001 is a day that is indelibly etched in my memory , for two reasons. The first was watching the tragedy unfold before my eyes of the Twin Towers coming down and the terrible loss of life. The second was a comment I made to my wife Shona. “If it can happen there, it can happen here”.read more
No one ever said I was nothing. Not in so many words, anyway. But I could feel it in their stares, in their judgements, in the way they held themselves, so strong, so true.read more
There’s a boxing gym in Melbourne’s north suburb of Coburg. It’s discreet, looking like a scout hall tucked into a quiet suburban sprawl. Inside, the chipped brick walls, worn floorboards and Swiss cheese plaster ceiling are caked in twenty years of boxers’ sweat.read more
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