Contending with a blank page TIM WINTON IS arguably Australia’s most widely read contemporary novelist. His books have been translated into eighteen languages, adapted... By Madeleine Watts
High school sewing Wincey – but really – wincey, a baby word from a nursery rhyme is what was doled out by... By Lucy Dougan
The artlessness of internal travel Going away enforced where I was.There was no here without there.The Canning River fed Bull Creekovershadowed by paperbarkswith its... By John Kinsella
Deep: Indian Ocean view from the Blue Duck Café, Cottesloe The sea rolls flat, pleasant and blue under a warm sun. In the distance, ships glide easy toward the... By Rosemary Longhurst
Droughtbreaker No sooner resolved neverto write another linethe habit of resolutionbeing so strong,the air turned suddenlysweet outside her window –the... By Fay Zwicky (1933–2017)
Land, glorious land IN THE BEGINNING it is about land: enjoying, aggregating, owning, using, preserving, developing and selling land. Land is, and always... By Julianne Schultz
On ‘Carpentaria’, by Alexis Wright Wright’s reflections on her own creative process show that in working on Carpentaria, she was keenly aware of the need to invent a way of writing that could embody both the negative effects of colonialism and her proud Aboriginal heritage. By Meera Atkinson
Former glory NOBODY PUT A ‘for sale’ sign in front of the only good building in town. Whoever had it on... By Cate Kennedy
Whale station I SPIED THE bull turning circles an hour out from Yellow Patch. I was alone on the Looma, the... By Megan McGrath
1919 1I WATCHED FROM our front window as a cart led by two sweating horses carried five hessian sacks, a... By Emma Hardman
When blossoms fall Today in flower, tomorrow scattered by the wind – Such is our blossom life. How can we think its... By Masako Fukui
Refuge Voices from a region of extraction Miner Old Tin Lizzie was the first car in Kookynie ---– the fella owed me money and wanted me to take it in payment, the... By John Kinsella