New Publication: In the Riverlands, Drowning

Failure brought me here. Following—and failing to verify—bunyip sightings along the Murray, I reached the Coorong coast under a storm-heavy sky that bogged my truck and near-fouled half my equipment. Funds dwindling, I retreated to the highlands south of Sydney. But water management in the Riverlands had disrupted, nay, destroyed the potential habitat, along with … Continue reading New Publication: In the Riverlands, Drowning

Highs and Lows (IWSG May)

What are the best and worst things about writing and being a writer? What are your writer highs and lows? That’s this month’s question with the Insecure Writer’s Support Group, brought to you by blogging Ninja Captain Alex J Cavanaugh and the wonderful community of the IWSG. Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express … Continue reading Highs and Lows (IWSG May)

April Insecure Writer’s Support Group

The first Wednesday of every month is Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Welcome. Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!Posting: On IWSG … Continue reading April Insecure Writer’s Support Group

Apron

the pocket is dark,crumby.in here lie ancient cakes, forgotten cookies,bread rolls, birthday icing. the never-washed linen, pouch ofmemories, of years laughter lovetight around my neck,broken tie restretched,resewn again.first knots made, later undone'round your expanded middle,sunken it carriedme in sagging pocket,a joey licking spoonswith floured sticky sugar smiles.and laterI adopt the ties,and stiff with age andancient … Continue reading Apron

Child’s Play

Wendy caught Jesse in the garden, snail in his mouth. Its shell splintered like soiled wrapping paper, gleaming wetness sliding forth when she pried his lips apart. “It’s got to stop,” she told his mother. Last week it was a worm; on Monday a pile of tight-balled slaters. “We thought he’d choke.” His mother nodded, … Continue reading Child’s Play