Homeless
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Gambling and homelessness in older age: hidden and overlooked, but preventable
Image: Erik Mclea/UnsplashGambling and homelessness are clearly linked. Australians over 50 are particularly vulnerable. They have high rates of regular gambling, and are the fastest-growing age group of...
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400,000 women over 45 are at risk of homelessness in Australia
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Older women have been recognised as the fastest-growing group of homeless people in Australia in recent years. Yet until now we have not known...
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THE FINAL STAGE – Adrian Rawlins review of what he called “My lost masterpiece”.
It started out like a normal day for the man of the house. He had breakfast with his wife. She was no warmer or...
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JESUS – THE JEWISH DILEMMA
Who is Jesus Christ? The facts are he was born Yeshua ben Yosef – a simple man from a simple town. Born at a...
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THE POWER OF IDIOTS
I sit in this room, this crumbling room I grew to love, cluttered by the mementoes of a crumbled life. Framed photographs of friends,...
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THE DEAD AND THE DYING
The heavy decrepit bodies of the great and not so, mingled with their offsprings, children too young to realise that this too would be...
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A WALK IN THE RAIN
He aged within the silences of our stilted conversation. His eyes were those of a man who’d seen his kingdoms fall and the survival...
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BIRTHDAYS
I don’t look in the mirror anymore because it always startles me when I don’t recall the face.This year I had the most solitary...
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I FOUGHT A WAR FOR YOU
The trumpets that break the dawn
A fanfare to the dying and unborn
Passion replaced by duty
Love replaced by fear
And the ticking of the clock
Says “Young...
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THAT’S HOW IT ENDS
She died in my arms
Not a word was said
In silence we rose
And got out of our bed
Her eyes would flash
I knew them too well
Every...
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