Front of the House

Look at him working. The way he smiles at every customer. He’s impeccable. But when he goes to his room at the back, at the side of the kitchen, the smile is gone. He sips clear liquor from a teacup, mutters under his breath, and watches everything through the round glass in the top of the door. When he sees a new customer, he’s out to greet them, bounding over, showing them to a table. Then, as he bows slightly, backing away, he gestures to a waiter to bring menus, water. He returns to his room, sits down, stares through … Continue reading Front of the House

Cover To Cover | Armistice Day Centenary — Elwood Writers

‘Chloe gazed back, took him in. His eyes, amber, liquid, and deep, were those of an artist. Despite the bravado of liquor, the earlier mirth with his friend, she saw that the boy was troubled, a soldier uncertain, unskilled in dissembling, and powerless to control the play of emotions across his face.’ This Friday at 8:00 PM (AEST), Vision Australia Radio is broadcasting a special edition of Cover To Cover to mark the centenary of the end of the First World War. The entire program features work from the Elwood Writers. Join us as Jennifer reads an extract from her … Continue reading Cover To Cover | Armistice Day Centenary — Elwood Writers

The House In The Sky | Vision Australia Radio

My short story The House In The Sky will be read by Tim McQueen on Cover To Cover and broadcast on Vision Australia Radio this Friday, 2 November, at 8 PM (AEST), repeated Sunday 4 November at 1.30 PM (AEST). Cover To Cover is produced and presented by Tim McQueen, and can be heard on the radio in Australia, or streamed online from anywhere in the world. Radio frequency and other details and an online listening link can be found here: https://radio.visionaustralia.org The program will be available as a podcast shortly after broadcast. Happy listening. Barry Continue reading The House In The Sky | Vision Australia Radio

THE FINDING

… closed his eyes, slipped into a place. Into an easy unfettered place where a meadow slopes gradually down to a river. A narrow stretch of river through a town, old town, a university town. It’s summer, it’s evening. The air pale and yellow, viscous, an end of day light, settling. Trees, old buildings around. Medieval? He’s no expert. There’s a chapel. Means nothing, beyond its architectural beauty, compelling lines against the sky. The whole is more a sensation, a relief, but sometimes these call to be described and this is how it could be described. There’s not much more … Continue reading THE FINDING