The Good Doctor

The Good Doctor

Words || Luke Carman Each morning, on the outskirts of Penrith, where the neighbour’s cows sag on the tilting fences staked into moss-green hills, Dr Anthony Seage would rise to squint into the endless predawn traffic, away from his still-sleeping wife and children,...
The Ghosts of Eleanor Dark

The Ghosts of Eleanor Dark

Words by Luke Carman I was raised in a house where inconspicuous wards were placed in every room to protect us against the threat of supernatural entities – an evil eye over the front door, rings blessed by priests hanging from boards, statuettes of saints by the...
Keep Going, Get Better || Luke Carman

Keep Going, Get Better || Luke Carman

Words || Luke Carman  In November 2018 there was an arts festival out in Blacktown. Each evening the festivities began with an address from a Bigambul Elder named Uncle Wes, who told stories on the library steps with his mic crackling against the caprice of the summer...