At midday, I am naked and broken by mistakes. I came to UQ after a year of mistakes. Often I was so alone that it was painful, and I would find my stomach cramping with anxiety for no reason. I remember my first day at UQ vividly; it smelled of bread rolls and the heat[…]
This is not my first time standing at the formal gates of this university. I am in my second semester of my second year, having decided—after failing at a social work degree and failing even more at graphic design—that I want to be a writer. WRIT2100, Writing the Poem, is the only creative writing course[…]