Tag: To be an artist means never to avert one’s eyes

  • Expectations

    Expectations

    By Mohammad Ali Maleki*  I dedicate this poem to the Manus Island detainees who have lost their lives. We have them all in our minds and will never forget them.   Hey, Freedom. You are not colour You are not smell. You are not shadow. You are not sunshine. You are absolute darkness for me,…

  • How could you do this to us?

    How could you do this to us?

    By Christine Hill This essay won the 2017 Grace Marion Wilson Emerging Writers Competition for Non fiction and was first published in Writers Victoria. I find myself in no-man’s-land – a large and largely empty space between freedom and detention. It has taken months of patient planning to get this far. Copies of passport, driver’s…