In Her Wake
It feels crazy now that I think about it: how did I never skip class in summer with my friends to feel the cool of the salt water on my skin? How had I never walked barefoot through the sand, hand-in-hand with a lover?
The Spark
It quickly became obvious why the pound staff had given him the name Hyde: the cat was chaos personified.
The 2001 Melbourne Cup
It was November 6, 2001 and my Year One teacher Mrs Fuller was sitting with me outside of our classroom. The bell signifying the end of the school day had rung five minutes before and so far, no one had arrived to collect me from school.
I Remember – a note on things that have been happening & a poem
Hey, hello, good to see ya! Here’s a little bit of a life update for you: I’ve recently started a Master of Creative Writing at university! After years of haphazardly keeping my blog and even more haphazardly collecting pieces of writing all about the place, I have decided that I want to work on honing…
a break in regular posting
I was just cleaning my room, trying to get a little sense of order around the place and found a beautiful notebook at the foot of my bed. I’m a hoarder of nice stationery, often saving pieces for something special (much the same way as people only use the fancy China for special occasions). When…
Imagine
Year Nine are writing poetry at the moment. Wrote this with them today as a sly hint to stop yelling while we read together. It didn’t work.
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thoughts from the first year 