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Gemini hiding, Gemini holding I am I am only a deconstructionist. I untie the cities in my muscles, let them see the stars free from light pollution. Your hands meteor striking a shower of gold on my countrysides, so the population knows to believe in miracles, so the wealth of my soul is you. The veins a river bed of Pangea. I take apart what has been assembled so you know how to hold me better, we assume

We lay in glens fringed with green, gums tangled with leaves that gleamed. We walked the paths hand in hand, and fell in love in this golden land. It seemed we’d stay that way together, but now you’re tearing away forever. I thought that when our time was done, our woven souls would rise above. Now not two, we’re one and one. You fly away to shores unknown. I wither, wound here, with sarsaparilla near, the leaf with veins in triples. One was you and one was I, a third st

I fail to express it all, I think of him and then I fall. So here the page lies, dead. I bask in his light instead. Unable to write about his face, Upon seeing it, I enter heaven’s grace. An impossible task that I repeat, For in it, I find an unburdened retreat. And when I write of all that I miss, My hand leaves the page to grab his. He is poetry that stands in flesh, A haven when I need more rest. Words cannot capture all of him, Nor compose his soul’s eternal hymn. by Amy

You hit me like a power up. I levelled up the moment that we lay our backs upon the sand saw the shooting stars above, knew it was love. Schoolies, whoever knew that it would lead to you and me? At the table playing games I could have sworn I saw a nervous twinkle in those midnight brown eyes but I’d never ever known you to be so shy. It kinda made me think there was a reason why… We lay by the ocean. It swirled, magic potion. Boosted emotion, I changed, evolution, expanding

Gorgeous, Is the burst of a berry, In the soft-lipped mouth of a man. Orgasmic, Is the roundness of a peach, In the tearing teeth of a man. Divine, Is the arch of a banana, In the hands of a man, mashed and moulded. by Max Brady Cooper

The young woman grins at me, Sending me spiralling Down. There is no bottom to this pit. I dream, I dream, I dream, All for nothing. So much time Spent. I don Purity Make my promises Of abstinence, Only to be frustrated. The woman laughs at me We should be friends. Toiling away I eat lunch alone, Waiting for, Shame On my Lust, I watch the dancers Take the stage, Powdered smiles and dead eyes, Grinning at me. afterwards, spirals. When I close my eyes Sh

In between the shimmying crowd, the dance floor glistens with glitter and sequins. Copious amounts of them are stuck to my skin but I don’t wipe them off on account of hoping that it was you that single handedly stuffed them into the glitter gun. There's colourful strobe lights that illuminate everything but you and I wonder if it is on purpose because you want to hide in front of such a large crowd. I understand the desire, all you need to do is just give me a sign and I’ll

bleed against me til your lungs give out i will soak you up and mould you into shape back together again and again there’s no labour in my hands for you my fingers will tire and my bones will creak but it is comfort and it is fine my second nature is that moment there’s no labour in my hands for you i will twist and turn and spin you around put my blood my sweat my tears into your mouth i fix and mend and prop you up by my side there’s no labour in my hands for you i will lay

I heard you say you listen to Nirvana, and your childhood dream was to become a racecar driver. Well, I listen to rock music and drive a fast car. Why don’t you talk to me? I saw you look at the pretty goth girl with ripped tights and black lipstick and say she’s hot. Well, I’ve ripped up my stockings and spent my last five bucks on black lipstick. Why don’t you think I’m hot? I heard you say you liked girls who weren’t afraid to nerd out, like a girl who knew every charact e

Contributor Sora Al-Baghdadi waxes poetically about the beauty in the pain of yearning for a love that she’s still yet to uncover. *** Because love can burn like a cigarette And leave you with nothing *** It's all so stupid. Ugh. Looking around campus, all I see is loving couples. Hand in hand strolling, sneaking loving looks between tuts, and whispering god-knows what in crowded rooms. It's all so sickening. I suppose part of it is because I entered uni with the promise t

Contributor Micheline Chen reflects on a series of childhood crushes, taking readers back to a simpler time where puppy love was an emotional rollercoaster, and everything had high stakes. *Real names have been changed in this memoir A guy slipped into French class late in the first year of secondary school. The door was at the very back of the classroom, and I sat closest to it. Brown hair, brown eyes, class clown—unanimously the best-looking boy in the entire grade. I remem

Contributor Georgia Sullivan guides us through how knowing and mastering speaking your partner’s love language is the key to the ultimate sensual experience. You may have heard of the love languages before as a way of understanding the best ways to receive love and how to display your love for another person. It’s important to appreciate that people are going to have different love languages than you, even if they are your true love [2]. The love languages consist of Words of

Editorial Assistance Navdha Thakkar lingers on the magnitude of love and yearning through the lens of Bollywood films and her favourite romantic melodies. There is a moment, and if you have loved someone you know the one, where the ordinary world becomes unbearable with meaning. A particular song comes on, and you have to sit down. You catch a scent in the air, cologne or rain or something baking, and you are somewhere else entirely. Flooded. Undone. Surprised by the sheer vo

Editorial Assistant Elizabete Lasmane explores the flurry of anxiety and anticipation that accompanies her visions of The One, and whether they’re The Wrong One. “What if when they come over, it’s going to be the best night ever? Or the worst? Or you’ll fall in love and get married? Or they’ll never text you again? Or you’ll ghost them? How will they see you: as cute and beautiful, or weird and strange?” are the thoughts EVERY girl has ever thought at any point in her relatio

Deputy Editor Chantelle Mackintosh examines the outrage behind Sabrina Carpenter’s Man’s Best Friend album art and asks why femme pop icons need to relinquish their sexuality to be respectable and admired. This article started as a collaboration between myself and former Editorial Assistant, Helio, in 2025. While they are no longer at Grapeshot, this article would not exist without them <3 What happens when a child star grows up to become an adult icon? This is the question I

Section Editor Bianca Chatterjee discusses her fascination with Heated Rivalry (2025), specifically how one demographic in particular has been especially entranced by this steamy queer romance. Being openly and unapologetically vulnerable is an expression of bravery and courage. Carefully restrained yearning reaching climaxing into a passionate monologue in the rain is what I’ve always dreamed of. Being the object of your beloved’s affection is one thing, but the act of lovin

Section Editor Siya Pujari scrutinises the present ignorance of environmental devastation emerging from acts of war and its harsh impact on the climate crisis In the current age, all actions now undertaken by any military exist in the context of a climate emergency. The political nuance surrounding the latest attacks on Iran, spearheaded by the United States (‘US’), has clouded the discussion of a crucial topic – the climate impact of mass war crimes orchestrated by nations s

Editorial Assistant Maryam Bokhari summarises the focal government actions and public discourse surrounding the current fuel insecurity in Australia With fuel prices rising due to the US-Israel war on Iran, Australians are recommended to work from home in an effort to control the national oil supply. As of 21 March 2026, the most expensive petrol in Sydney was in Lewisham, at just over $2.79 per litre, with the nation’s average sitting at $2.45 [1]. At least 42 New South Wale

Editorial Assistant Shreya Arora recaps the tantalising tale of lone adventurer Strange Catman in his captivating journey across the terrain of the Australian land A Japanese adventurer known as ‘Strange Catman’ has successfully completed an approximately 6,000 km walk across Australia. He arrived at the Sydney Opera House on 14 March 2026 after nearly two years on the road. Dressed in a full cat costume and pushing a wheelbarrow, ‘Catman,’ also known as Kentaro Jin, began hi

Macquarie Student Yvone Inall shares the monstrously bewitching details about the upcoming and unmissable on-campus Halloween event Once again, the Gale History Museum comes to the party with a signature event for Halloween. For the past few years, the spooky season has been an opportunity for Macquarie students to come together with the community to celebrate the spookier side of museum life. Our theme this year is Monstrous! And we’ll be exploring aspects of monstrosity in

Editorial Assistant Amy Shelton details some of the excellent opportunities for Macquarie students to explore any and all of their personal interests through campus clubs and societies If you’re not already studying your passion, or even if you are, why not let that passion run wild by spending your free time immersed in your passions? Why not also engage with like-minded students who also share that same passion? Macquarie University has a diverse range of societies to suit

Editorial Assistant Alicja Krotofil presents Macquarie University’s Psychology student group, the wonderful MacqPsych, and the current executive team at the helm of the club Macquarie University has countless student societies that allow students to engage in topics that interest them and make friends. Today I want to shine the spotlight onto one of the largest student societies—that currently has over 3000 members—and was also the winner of the MQU Student Group of The Year

Editorial Assistant Alicja Krotofil, reviews Emerald Fennel’s titillating film "Wuthering Heights” examining its sensual shadows, tempestuous romance, and lush gothic decadence. Warning: This article contains mild spoilers for both the film and the novel I would like to preface this with a quote directly from Emerald Fennel during an interview where she’s asked to explain the quotation marks around the title: “You can’t adapt a book as dense and complicated and difficult as t

Editorial Assistant, Martha Florence brushes away the cobwebs of misogynism from Friday the 13th This February, we were very lucky to have a Friday that fell on the thirteenth. Yes, I said lucky. There are many acts of micro-feminism I thoroughly enjoy flaunting as obnoxiously as feasibly possible, but my absolute favourite is revelling in anything that includes the number thirteen. Misogyny has messed up a lot for us. Wowie, shock-horror. I’d like to use this Veiled women’