Shortlisted entry in the Non-Fiction section of the Honi Soit Writing Competition 2022.
My hands are full with my cardigan, my uni bag, the rubbish that has piled up in my car as I trundle towards the front door of my house. But before I can cross the safe threshold of my door, I hear the terrifying “hello” of an unknown voice.
And so, the dance begins again.
The writing of J*hn Gr**n lacks nuance, originality, and wit. For this, he must be held accountable.
Australia’s approach to immigration detention is more than flawed - it’s outright malicious.
Cyrus had been given a small gift a few months ago, seated on the edge of the veranda whilst cracking the knuckles of his small hands.
Disclaimer: Danny Yazdani exposes his cultural incompetence.