Welcome to the Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge for June, 2025. This image is titled Turning Point, in view of the forthcoming winter solstice, marking the shortest day. Use this image, ‘Turning Point‘ to inspire your original response in … Continued
Thank you, Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge fans! You have risen to the Challenge again. Selected for publication below are twenty-one entries to the Nests (#2 2025) challenge. In addition, received from Tony B. for our collective amusement, … Continued
![Ekphrastic Challenge #1 2025: ‘Beach’ by Anne Franks [submissions close on Sun 23 Feb 2025]](https://www.geelongwriters.org.au/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/Beach-1-Anne-Franks-scaled-365x365.jpg)
The first Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge for 2025 featured the photo Beach, by Anne Franks, inviting writers to respond to the image in a submission of up to 300 words. Ekphrastic enthusiasts responded to the Beach image with original … Continued
Pressing by Jo Curtain We have published the works of the following 26 writers, and again we applaud the students from Mount Waverley Secondary College for their enthusiasm and fabulous contributions. Jan Price | Geoffrey Gaskill | Harry Roberts … Continued
By Sue Gourlay It’s not just my way of promoting a sustainable lifestyle. Think of the money I’m saving buying all these recycled dresses and skirts, jumpers, hats, gloves, shoes and socks. Yes I admit, most friends pooh-pooh the … Continued
By Martin Smith. Last night, my pop, Jack Declan, dropped by for a visit. ‘Hello, my boy,’ he said. ‘I’ve been waiting for your REM cycle to kick in.’ ‘Hi, Pop,’ I said. ‘How’s Heaven?’ He sat grey-haired and … Continued
By Martin Smith. ‘Hello? Is … is anyone there?’ ‘Yes. I’m over here. Hello. I’m John.’ ‘Hello, John. I’m B … Blake. Sorry, I’m a bit nervous. This is the first time I’ve done this.’ ‘I, too, was a … Continued
By Martin Smith. Any retelling of the legend of Marty McMurth always began with his birth day, when he received a perfect score on his APGAR scale. On that day, his mother, Mrs Martha McMurth, laboured for twenty-three hours. Her … Continued
By Martin Smith. Sometime after I stopped believing in the Tooth Fairy—but before you’re meant to start fighting life’s dragons—I had one of them close encounters of the strangest kind. I lived with Mum in a caravan park at the … Continued
By Martin Smith. Bea Beeson knocked but once upon the office door And awaited the call from the commander of her corps. ‘Enter,’ a stern voice barked from within, And Bea squared her shoulders and raised her chin. With a … Continued