Thank you to the following people for their wonderful submissions and for entering into the spirit of the Winter Solstice Cadenza Challenge: David Jones | John Farrington | Adam Stone | Allan Barden | Jan Price | Gail Griffin | … Continued
Where you live, by Jo Curtain SEE—THERE! ADRIAN BROOKES Out from these walls I release you, my soul, Into realms of blue eternity, Where no-one can know what you see except me— And high as you alone can soar, Far … Continued
Spiritual journey through art, by Mathilda Garrido Lucay IN THE BEGINNING GEOFFREY GASKILL In the Beginning … … the world is dark and without sound. These are the days before butterflies. The butterfly woman’s mother is the … Continued
Morea 1 & Morea 2, by Kim Rance DAISY’S WORLD JULIE RYSDALE MOTHER JO CURTAIN On the edge of the Pacific Ocean, Mother waits one thousand years in shrouded majesty rising through the earth, her love trickles down in … Continued
Untitled 3, by John Bartlett UNTITLED JO CURTAIN The Artist is born in a summer storm, under thick colossal clouds gathering above the Pacific Ocean. The Artist has no mother, no father, no siblings to guide them, only the … Continued
Before Dawn, by Jan Price WHAT IF? JULIE RYSDALE We could have hauled our load up the stairs as high as we could go in that pretty pale moonlight. We would have dressed warmly for the chill ahead. And … Continued
Small Town Secrets, by Jo Curtain NEVER DISPLEASE AN ANGRY MOON JULIE RYSDALE Stercesn-Wotllams, a pleasant village that clung to the edge of a deep emerald loch and receded to the foothills beneath an imposing escarpment. The surrounds of … Continued
The Finest 500 is an annual competition for Geelong Writers’ members. This year, writers were invited to submit prose or poetry to 500 words in response to the theme: A Place I Know. Dr Jennifer Hurley judged the shortlist. You … Continued
COLD INNIT Geoffrey Gaskill It wasn’t cold here like the old country. He’d read the poster about coming to Sunny Australia but all he found was another kind of chill. He arrived on the winter solstice and a dour Customs … Continued
By Jo Curtain. Sadie and me descend into the valley. Not at ease—the crooked trail hurts my knees. I glance at Sadie, summer-girl shy, tender, her body tall and slender like the Alpine Ash trees. We’re tired. Flesh responding to … Continued