A who, what, when, where, how of lit-related fun in March!
Ecstasy: A letter of reply to Kent MacCarter (K-Mac)Epistles at Dawn
Corey Wakeling fires the second round in our Epistles poetry collection.
The door was ajar and our clothes were on the floor. Her housemates were elsewhere.
On the bed she counted the sunspots on my skin, out loud, updating me with a tally, progressing toward dismay – there were nearly a hundred.
‘Have you had these checked?’
‘No,’ I said.
‘You really should.’
Caroline got off the bed, foraged the carpet for her clothes and dressed. She sat next to me and kissed my mouth. I combed her long black hair with my fingers. I got dressed too. Our conversation revolved around the idea of gourmet sandwiches. It was after noon, Saturday, and we were hungry.
Choose Your Own AdventureThe Drover's Wives
By Ryan O’Neill
Warning! This story is different from other stories.
YOU decide what happens!
You are living on a farm in the Australian outback, miles from the nearest help. Your husband has been gone for months; your only company are your four children, your only ally an ugly old dog. When your home comes under siege from a deadly black snake, how will you react? Will you flee or hold your ground? You must use all your cunning, and call on all of your luck if you are to survive ‘The Adventure of the Drover’s Wife’! Good luck!
Choose from 118 different paths!
Parramatta DazeRecalling the Streak of ’09
By Nick Marland
I may be hopelessly enamoured of one of the worst football teams in the land, the Parramatta Eels of the National Rugby League, but it’s as much about the ritual of meeting with friends and family over a beer and waiting for the game, analysing the ins and outs, picking apart last week’s loss…
By Carley Kruse
We wait in the pre-dawn winter darkness, lit only by the distant lights of the island and a lonely fluoro that buzzes with insect life. The ferry, silent for the moment, bobs in the inky water. Even our voices are subdued. I stand apart from the others and look not towards the ferry as they do, but towards the east, trying to capture that point when the sun will break the edge of the world. I must avoid blinking at that crucial instant.
A First-Year Freudian AnalysisThe Drover's Wives
By Ryan O’Neill
The children playing in the yard are an indication that the writer wishes to return to some aspect of his youthful innocence. The approaching snake signifies an anxiety for the writer, and symbolises the male genitalia in its flaccid state…