In the spirit of John Clarke (aka Dylan Thompson) whose A Child’s Christmas in Warrnambool continues to delight, we invited writers to send us a parody of a Christmas story, poem, song or tradition. Listen to John Clarke read … 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: Remnants. Read five of the longlisted pieces below. LONGLISTED: ‘Traces’ … 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: Remnants. Read five of the longlisted pieces below. LONGLISTED: ‘Dregs’ … 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: Remnants. Julie Maclean judged the shortlist. You can read her … 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: Remnants. Julie Maclean judged the shortlist. You can read her notes … Continued
By Claudia Collins Amiens—1918. The hot August air is still. For once the guns are quiet. For once there is no smell of cordite. For once—no moaning, or screaming. There is an aura of calm, one could almost … Continued
By Harry Roberts In the 1500s and 1600s the Portuguese sailed the world and claimed colonies that could enhance their national wealth. In competition with Spain, they set out to claim half the world. Harry’s video story investigates the possibility … Continued
‘She was twice apprehended marching towards the end of the Yarra Street Pier, once with a large barracouta in her possession.’ By Victoria Spicer Johanna Spicer formerly Kennedy nee Ryan entered my life in 1994. She arrived in an … Continued
By Sue Gourlay *Polo at Portsea is a female coming-of-age story with sexual/erotic content.* (Note added by Geelong Writers) When Sally and I first went to bed, we wrapped our arms around each other and pretended we were making love … Continued
