Author: Richard Xu-Austen

  • Finding Tharunka

    Finding Tharunka

    For such a commitment to the anniversary of Tharunka, it’s a bit ironic that there isn’t actually much information on how it began. When we started this project, there wasn’t much that we could find about the origins of the newspaper. Looking through archival records, and old magazines, you get the big picture of how…

  • Fuck man, why is it so hard to get support after experiencing gendered violence? 

    Fuck man, why is it so hard to get support after experiencing gendered violence? 

    AnonymousEdited by Dominique Lakis and Anh Noel Content warning: Sexual Assault What has happened to me is sadly not a unique incident, and I feel that this university does not yet have the resources or support needed to adequately support students who have experienced gendered violence. When I experienced sexual assault on campus, I was…

  • Carpenter Ants

    Carpenter Ants

    Carpenter Ants by Nina Greenhill When my daughter was born, we were determined to raise her as a person. No job was gendered, none of this ‘woman’s work’ or ‘man’s job’ that we had grown up with. She would have the opportunity to be capable and proficient. The thing we hadn’t considered was the term…

  • Time to Go

    Time to Go

    by Wen Yu Yang Heishi made the mistake of assuming the day was over. To be fair, it had been a long day. Junan, her supervisor at the Department of Beastly Affairs, spent hours on end grilling her for the progress on the State Senator’s gaulken, which she had been forced to take home two…

  • Loneliness

    Loneliness

    by Phoebe Au Loneliness Is the sound an axe makes Against piano keys our fingers once had kissed. Loneliness is a mother’s silence as father’s flames danced to the music’s charred remains. Its ashes warm us one last day in this long, cold winter.  Tell me not to be afraid because fear is all we…

  • paralian

    paralian

    by Issy Golding Barreling forwards forever Never linear — tides don’t allow for that when there’s nowhere to go It’s been dark the whole time. Alone Bobbing in the open sea. The sea parts, like a comb through hair.  Is this the end? I can smell the salty breath of the ocean Taste the memories…