Lord Mayor’s Creative Writing Awards 2020

I joined Ellen van Neerven, Carly Findlay, Clem Bastow, and Andy Jackson on the judging panel for this year’s Lord Mayor’s Creative Writing Awards. The results were announced last night at an online ceremony hosted by Emilie Zoey Baker. Andy revealed the five category winners, and Lord Mayor Sally Capp announced the overall winner. It was a treat to hear Emilie perform a poem at the end of the event. Results and further info can be found at the Libraries section of the City of Melbourne website, here. Congratulations to all shortlisted and winning writers. I thoroughly enjoyed working and … Continue reading Lord Mayor’s Creative Writing Awards 2020

MOTEL

He stopped swimming, and floated in the middle of the pool. I watched him closely, the long thin line of body broken by the blue of his swimming trunks. Then I imagined the trunks gone. It was easy, really, but almost unbearable. He started to swim again, towards me, then tumbled over at the end, and started up the other way. And he kept on, lap after lap. It was good to watch. Mesmerising. But that’s all it was. Over and over. I became a little bored. Maybe not bored, but it wasn’t going anywhere, so I went inside to … Continue reading MOTEL

Gin and It

Gin drains her glass, and winces. ‘That was too sweet,’ she says. He’s standing an arm’s length away, polishing the bar. ‘You were smacking your lips earlier,’ he says. ‘Well I’m not smacking them now,’ she says. ‘You mixed it too sweet.’ ‘I always mix it the same,’ he says. He moves further down the bar. ‘Miserable old drunk,’ he says under his breath, but not low enough, and she catches a word. She raises her glass then bangs it down. He gives her a look. There are hundreds of bottles in front of her, so shiny and soothing, the … Continue reading Gin and It

OUTAGE

The night of the power outage, Bernie calls me to check that I’m okay. This was about two weeks ago. I tell her yes, yes I’m fine, then ask if she’s okay, but it’s all very quick. And then I feel some sort of jittery guilt that I didn’t talk more with her, so I call her back and ask her if she’s really okay, that she didn’t sound herself just now, which is a lie. She sounded perfectly alright. She says she’s okay, really she’s fine, all with a smile in her voice. I tell her I spoke earlier … Continue reading OUTAGE