Wow, what a year! In May we were sad to say goodbye to our online editor Linh. But we were soon joined by editorial powerhouse Adalya, who — together with returning editorial powerhouse Marta — has masterminded a string of exceptional pieces. And of course, Luke has been working wonders every Friday with his TLB Review of Books (the highlights of which you can sample here.) Read More
Mum received an invoice for $1000 the other day, seemingly a fee expected to be paid by the next of kin of someone who has died in custody. My brother Wayne spent six days on remand at Yatala prison prior to the three days he endured on life support in the Intensive Care Unit of the Royal Adelaide Hospital. Ceasing to regain consciousness following the events of spit hood and positional asphyxia, he died. Two years on and the coronial inquest into his death has commenced. As I sit in the coroner’s court each day I grow more uncertain about the likelihood of charges being laid upon the state, who were responsible for Wayne’s care in his final days. Read More
Root Bed is an excerpt from Cassandra’s manuscript, <i>The Bed Roots</i>, which she calls a "Troema": her definition of a 'troema' is a poetic narrative, spanning many pages, that maps the language of a traumatic experience across an experience or across an entire lifetime. In so writing the troema, the writer observes and bears witness to the trauma in an effort to help de-stigmatize the nature of living in a traumatized body and/or mind. It asks the reader to look closely at the damages resulting from oppressive and abusive behaviors, in our interpersonal relationships and in society at large. It asks that we build compassion and take responsibility for our actions. Read More
If anything can be said for 2018, it's that at least TLB Online got some excellent book reviews out of it.
The team recently got together to choose the reviews that most excited us this year. We put forward pieces that were thoughtful, experimental, challenging and disruptive — reviews that lived on in our heads long after we'd finished reading them.
Unfortunately, that was the bulk of our reviews this year. So, faced with a list that kept growing instead of shrinking, our book-review editor Luke had the unenviable task of narrowing these down to twelve.
Here they are, in chronological order. (If you're after holiday reading, this would be a pretty good place to start!) Read More
colonising giants pressure off-shore mines
no match for her hand, raised blue with the tide
this two-world storm surges high, seizing time
her heart, the eye where wild and calm reside Read More
The grey mud creeps up my calves as I pick my way through the mangroves. Barefoot, the thick wetness moves between my toes, suctioning, slowing my movements down, and my thighs sting a little from the walk in the mangroves, something my body isn’t used to. I pause for breath, look over to my sister and see she is concentrating on the ground, walking on a drier bit of the mangrove floor, harder and more solid. She bends down and with a soft cry, picks up a crab and chucks him into the white plastic tub she is holding. Read More
and as we tear the bindings from our mouths to join our hands
the men break the circle Read More
It was a Wednesday afternoon when the call came. A distraught and grief-stricken message was left, by a mother; her daughter had just passed away. I was struck with shock and disbelief. I had to sit down. I composed myself to return the call, sat on the edge of a small garden bed in the midst of concrete buildings and joined up walkways. I took some deep breaths...I rang... the phone went straight to message bank where I left a quavering message in an attempt to hide my own shock and grief from a mother who has just lost her daughter. Read More
We acknowledge and pay our respect to all the Grandmothers, Mothers, Aunties, Sistas, and Sistergirls, Cuzzies and Tiddas gone before us, those lost too young, and those to come. We love you, your strength, knowledge, humility, grief and anger. Youse are all Most Deadly! Read More
We're thrilled to announce that Blak Brow, the very special 40th issue of The Lifted Brow, is officially out today. Read More
This comic originally appeared in The Lifted Brow #36.
Aaron Billings is that evil possum you hear at night. He scratches drawings on your corrugated roof, go have a look. Read More
Does it matter where you read a book? I was reading Jenny Erpenbeck’s Go Went Gone in a court waiting room, where my friend’s asylum case had been adjourned (again) until the interpreter showed up. The interpreter’s arrival didn’t bring clarity. Instead, I felt a tightening of the chest; bitterness: she was doing a great job translating words, but it felt like no one was telling the story that mattered. Or maybe no one had a language that allowed them to hear it. Read More
Nicky Minus is a Melbourne based cartoonist. You can read more of her work at nickyminus.com Read More
It’s been barely a year since I lost someone important to me. When it happened I thought it was a joke. When I realised it wasn’t I lay in bed for a week. Staying in bed wasn’t a choice. Any energy I had expended itself on thoughts. Thoughts that came, stayed and went of their own volition — I was jealous of how much willpower they had. Thoughts. Questions. Sobbing. At times, loud and guttural like an animal had climbed into my throat. Other times, silent, like the animal had died there, withered away into nothing. Read More
This comic originally appeared in The Lifted Brow #38. Get your copy here. Michael Hawkins is a pseudo-professional comic book artist and Risographer based in Melbourne Australia Read More
Last month we announced that Issue 40 of The Lifted Brow, Blak Brow, would be created entirely by a First Nations collective of editors, curators, academics, designers and activists. We're happy to report that Blak Brow has been sent to print and is looking absolutely incredible. Read More