This space is
dedicated to—
Essays, poems, short stories and creative endeavours of all kinds.
Feeling deeply and having a go and terrible first drafts and learning something along the way.
Clunky typewriters and bare feet and old music.
Cracks in walls and cries in the dark and things that are so beautiful it hurts.
It’s dedicated to you—and to me, too.
Resilience
Let your resilience wear thin
Fire
She heard the chanting as she passed the top of the stairs.
Yakka
What's it like to successfully juggle work and life and farm and kids and home? I wouldn't know.
Therapy
You'll find me at the kitchen table, finishing dinner, when it begins.
Short
When I was 18 I met my best workmate’s Mum. She looked me up and down and said “oh, the way Kate talked about you I thought you’d be taller.”
Keyser
He was waiting at the dam the day we arrived at the farm. A welcoming committee of one.
Done
It took three weeks to organise the first proper meeting for my business.
Water
In the height of a long hot summer, I scrambled under our house to reach the water pump that had chucked it in.
Space
The space where I work is a long, narrow room that sits at the end of my home.⠀
