Dry River Writings
With the first email on 13 March, my writerly ego to the fore, it was clear: Nobody Owns a Fire, I conceded, was a half-decent story and it just took the right judge to bathe it in the glory it deserved. And of course the Foundation needed some documentation – my residential address, my phone…
I’m forever grateful to Hansa’s old friend Wayne, who shared an experience from his motor-wrecking days one night over dinner — a seed that became a story, published this month in the digital Wordgathering journal (Syracuse University, NY), and also part of a novel currently looking for a publisher (more news on that soon, I…
No, it’s not my birthday … but it was, on the day that the Booranga Writers Centre (Charles Sturt University) launched their fourW anthology this year. And my story ‘Birthday Girl’ was shortlisted for the Prose award. Congratulations to local poets Linda Albertson and Kai Jensen, also selected for this long-running collection — Linda won…
The rusty flatbed lumbered along the track, the wire cage on the tray rattling and lurching with every rut. The old man heard the bird squawking. This was the place. He pulled off where the track ran down and across the creek, where the water ran shallow, clear and cold over glistening stones, under a…