One More Yellow Bin Kristine Fitzgerald Joanne Morley didn’t notice the sun rising in the sky as she dragged her wheelie bin down the driveway. Is it green or yellow this week? she asked herself. She never could remember. Placing … Continued
The Socks – Biography of a Mother Lyn Chatham a grief dream— my mother a spinning top then a woman with no mouth *** my Mac was humming in front of ferns waving behind glass when I heard my mother … Continued
Bellarine Bigfoot Ross Palmer At 8:00 a.m. it’s already warm in Oakdene. Stan is waiting for me out the front of his brick veneer house. After some small talk, standing on the footpath, he ushers me into the garage where … 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