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Eaves
Art by Terry Miyashita Do you remember that corner store? The one we would go to after school? When we were all toiled by the sun, in white uniforms forever stained from playing with muddy basketballs. Do you remember? The corner store with the two wooden wicker chairs out front, the ones we would finish our ice creams on while swinging our legs, the ones we would shiver in when our feet finally touched the ground, the ones that cradled our bodies as we grew. I went to fi
Victoria Kao
Oct 182 min read
Mistakes Were Made, Continents Were Taken
The file lands on my desk two hundred years thick, and I solve it on page one. It’s a missing person job, but not the usual kind. Everybody in this file is present and accounted for. Named, counted, measured, photographed against a ruler, filed. The one who’s missing is whoever did it. I start reading. Sovereignty was acquired. Acquired, like taste. The verb sits in the middle of the sentence with nobody holding it. Somebody took something from somebody. Three parties to tha
Saloni Rawat
Oct 182 min read
‘Loremaxxing’: An ode to doing literally anything but your law school assignments.
*Disclaimer - Chelsea does actually do her law assignments. If you are one of her professors or her parents, please disregard the article below. I love theatre. Ever since being shoved up onto a stage to go and dance at three, I have trodden the boards more than I care to admit. After having a firm ‘I am going to be a professional dancer and music theatre performer’ era, I subsequently decided to stick to University Theatre during my gap year. Before recommencing my studies i
Chelsea Adams
Aug 175 min read


Hands Are for Loving
Art by Sarah Emam ‘Hands are for loving’ [1] She loved me with age spots and short nails. Her skin, cracked from years of hard work, is rough against my tender cheek. Her hands caress. Don’t worry. Hands are for loving. Not the paddle, though. ‘One quick sting.’ One quick sting across a face not an hour ago, gently held, one quick sting, leaves only a small mark. Does not ‘cause harm to the child that lasts for more than a short period’ [2], so it’s okay. I’m okay. ‘Hands a
May Jessup
Aug 43 min read
Terms & Conditions: A Love Story
PREAMBLE PLEASE READ THESE TERMS AND CONDITIONS (“Terms”, “Agreement”, “The Conversation You Have Been Avoiding”) CAREFULLY BEFORE PROCEEDING. By sustaining eye contact for longer than three (3) seconds, exchanging numbers, or going on a second date, you (“User”, “Party of No Consequence”) agree to be bound by these Terms in their entirety. IF YOU DO NOT AGREE TO THESE TERMS, please discontinue use of the other person immediately. Note that LifeServ Pty Ltd accepts no liabi
Saloni Rawat
Aug 44 min read


Bamboo
The term ‘bamboo ceiling’ in law refers to the underrepresentation of Asian professionals in senior legal leadership. This poem depicts the desire to make one’s parents proud, to succeed, and to spend one's entire life coming to terms with the inevitability of limitations faced by Asians. It is both a critique and a solemn acknowledgement of the racial diversity within the legal field. Art by Jemima Kate Beehag My mother told me to never look down, to look ahead, to look abov
Victoria Kao
Apr 12 min read





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