Words by Emily Fuller Art By Marija Tiurina – @marijatiurina It was a Tuesday afternoon when I thought about my death. The broody storm and vicious rain that was pounding on my front porch almost seemed like a pathetic fallacy. It was several weeks into the most recent lockdown, where days were filled with takeaway […]
Words by Emily Fuller As a survivor of sexual assault, I am constantly reminded that the palpable grief of my trauma is always going to be fixed into the fabric of my life to varying degrees. There are times where I have to move through the dense stickiness of it maybe not constantly, but definitely […]
Words by Emily Fuller My affinity for reading presented itself from a very early age. I was always entranced by the literary gateways that would open up before me, offering passage into another world of the fiction and the fantastic. I would run, jump and swim through words to escape a reality of my own, […]
Words by Emily Fuller The body is a vessel that often comes with the expectation that it should be unique in reflecting identity construction. Through today’s climate of social media in abundance, it increasingly feels as if our performance of presentation is being monitored and measured to have judgement passed upon it. In particular, there […]
Words by Elaine Mead ‘Words don’t define you, actions do.’ You’ve probably heard or been told the above at some point, or at least something similar with the same intent behind it. Perhaps, ‘put your money where your mouth is’ or ‘you talk the talk, now walk the walk’, might sound more familiar. Essentially, saying […]
Words by Emily Fuller I have always been a sensitive soul. Maybe even thin-skinned, if you will. I get heart palpitations that thump thump thump at the mere sight of a close friend crying until their eyes dry up. My clammy hands can sometimes become a breeding ground for nervous energy as my head endures […]
Words by Emily Fuller Toes pressed into the granular earth, I wandered aimlessly along a tumultuous shoreline that reared its ferocity in my face as if to make the accusation I had been at the ready for. At each sight of the glint of something foreign and toxic settled in the loose sand, my fingertips […]
Words by Emily Fuller PTSD. My imagination could muster up a multitude of acronyms for this term that stretches beyond its fixed meaning for each and every person. These letters of harsh sounds scratch in my ears, with the bold capitalisations being somewhat taunting and solid in foundation – not going anywhere. It’s a label […]
Words by Elaine Mead Our life narratives are shaped by many things. From the small incidences that teach us some of the more difficult lessons of life, to the missed opportunities, the grand gestures, and the deep dives into the unknown. Sometimes a feeling carves itself out inside us and it sits there. Beating. Waiting. […]
Words by Emily Fuller I am sure most of you know why I am sitting here, with the backlight of a blank screen not at all assisting me in articulating the language I need in response to the of livelihood of those requiring the access to abortion after last week. I feel desperate and devastated […]
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