Henar Perales did not visit Villawood IDC in the capacity of Tharunka journalist. This article was written subsequent to her visit. For the past year Atash has been wishing he had stayed in Afghanistan, even if it meant getting killed by the Taliban like his father. There are two refugee …

Dear Agony Aunt, I just don’t know what I can do to be more popular. It seems no matter what I try – having a cool, stylish boyfriend, dressing well, helping out with environmental causes and stuff – people just don’t like me! And there’s this other guy I work …

The title is a reference both to Saul Bellow’s satirisation of Ernest Hemingway’s prose style and a few days I spent in Melbourne. Everything is as I remember it. It was a most tactile tooth brushing experience. The glow of the lights strung across the mirror. An anticipation, a twinkling. …

While the Australian media has been remarkably quiet on the issue, focusing instead on the supposedly impending economic apocalypse, a peek at a map of London superimposed with the locations of all the riots and their spread tells a story worth hearing. The riots are everywhere, they’re dangerous for ordinary …

The sun rises over a foggy mountainside where weary campers awake to dewy pastures and vast blue skies. As the native calls of “SPLENDERR” reverberate around Woodfordia, it can only be one time of the year, Splendour In The Grass. Friday The crowd hazily starts to build in The Mix-Up …

For the past ten days you have been looking at yourself in the mirror and not just to see if your pants match your blouse or if the colour of your scarf suits your complexion. You stand side on to the mirror that leans hazardously against the only bare wall …