There is a thin strand that Holds us together A membrane so slight it can't be seen Or felt. Like a spider's silk It wraps around us Weaving between us Strung between lungs Holding us in place. Until it snaps - and we begin to crumble.
I carry my grief as if it is a balloon tied to my wrist. Sometimes it is full of stones, and I have to scoop it up, hugging it close where it sits heavy on my chest. Sometimes the balloon is full of air; light. It trails along behind me so I almost forget it's... Continue Reading →
I lived once in a tiny flat at the top of a hill. It had a big window in the living room, with a sill big enough to sit on if you wanted. I put pictures on it. Pictures of my family and a boomerang that my friends had signed when I left Australia. The... Continue Reading →
Or, to use it’s official title: The weekend I tried to make Susan Midalia my Australian Auntie, Fell in Love Four Times and Out of Love Once, and Cried Five Times. I don’t really know how to write this review. There were so many things that stood out to me about this weekend. A lot... Continue Reading →
I wrote this about how I feel being in, and leaving, London: All around me are the sounds of the city, people getting ready to go out, to celebrate, commiserate. Car horns blasting, interchanging with shouts and the occasional laughter. The city coming alive. The sound of my own feet, boot hitting pavement, echoes in... Continue Reading →
I stepped off the plane; eyes streaming with the brightness of the light and my head was full of hope, possibility, a fresh start. The sky was so blue, and everything looked clean and shiny and new. I was, ten years ago, the most excited I have ever been in my life. I was also the... Continue Reading →
Originally published by The Writers Bloc: http://thewritersbloc.net/literary-cities-avon-valley-writers-festival Avon Valley Writers Festival is in its third year, hosted over two days, the first in the town of Toodyay, the second in Northam. Brandishing a line up of local authors, including Amanda Curtin, Sami Shah and Susan Midalia it was a opportunity too good to miss. A road... Continue Reading →
#DearElla, Being a teenager is hard, fourteen and fifteen especially, it's a very frustrating time being suspending between adulthood and childhood and having to navigate this world without a grown up telling you what to do all the time, but at the same time, oh my god there are no adults telling you what to... Continue Reading →