The storm drives rain against the window, turns to hail cracking against the glass, elbowing its noisy rudeness into her…
The dragon came at dusk. We watched from the deck, sails hanging limp in the breezeless tropics, escape useless. The…
Today I visited a local secondary school to talk to their Year 11s (16-year-olds) about flash fiction handy hints. For…
‘Fish again?’ The child turned his nose up, disgust writ large on his fat-cheeked face. Maree dolloped a small serving…
‘What do we do now?’ Robert’s voice was edgy, angry. The little boat floated further out on the rising waves.…
To tempt your appetites! THERE’S TOO MUCH TIME TO think on a train, and then a bus. Normally, Arthur takes…
Sunshine, at last. Winter was finally retreating, creeping its way southward to fill the antipodeans’ lives with chill and wet.…
The poet was having a bad day, and a worse night. He couldn’t find a word, an image, a rhyme…
He’s full of her, his new work colleague. Laura this, Laura that. She’s so clever, sees through management’s stupid demands,…
Having long been a fan of Lily Lawson’s poetry (both for adults and kids), I was thrilled to discover she…