As a lover of love, and a writer of magic realism, I was obviously very sorry to hear of the passing of Gabriel García Márquez. How could love ever be fully realised in words without the injection of magic? “The only regret I will have in
It's Tuesday. I'm supposed to be at school. Dad's taken me to a park and we're sitting on a bench and he’s holding my hand tight, like I’m about to run away. I've never been to this park before. It's wide and green and on the
No one went in for my currawong song! Evidently I am strange and alone in thinking it inspiring ;) This week's prompt has obviously come out of the grey week we've had in Melbourne. I love to be in the rain, and to be in love
When I was writing LATKES WITH SYLVIA, I watched this YouTube clip upwards of 100 times. The Currawong's song appears more than once in the story, and the accompaniment of the rain and the leaves makes this more or less my favourite sound in the
I wrote this in response to this prompt. It is in the very thickness of night that Ernest Pearce hears it, behind the clanging bell of a ship lost on the waves. Dull at first, metal clanging against fixed metal, a kind of droll sea song.
Boy, Lost is the true story of the author's mother's terrible loss. As a teenager herself, Yvonne's very young son was taken by his father, becoming lost to her. The story that ensues is a memoir that crosses multiple generations and viewpoints, and Yvonne's subsequent
I must apologise for the tardiness of this prompt. It has been a week of hiding in blankets and hugging children close enough to smell the salt in their eyes. Hello! Some folk and I were talking on my Facebook page about flash fiction, and how it is super
In a move that should shock precisely no one, inexplicable TV anchor David "Kochie" Koch has used his place in the public eye to speak insensitively about something he doesn't understand. So out of character, right? It appears that Kochie decided, as a result of his sanity,
I'm trying something a bit different this week. Instead of an image, I have a sound that I hope will spark something for you. Click to play. Maybe close your eyes. Or eat a biscuit. That's what I'm doing. New to weekly flash fiction? Some folk and I
Thanks to Jodi for nominating me to talk about my writing process. What am I working on? I'm writing a novel about an old man who lost his wife in a shell. It's a kind of magic realism cum love story cum dementia patient story that involves
I've just come up for air. Holiday in Cambodia is a collection of short stories, all set in Cambodia, and all giving different insights into the place that it is. It is described by the publisher as "explor[ing] the electric zone where local and foreign lives meet,"