short fiction, sunday short

Sunday Short: Hotels by Josephine Rowe

I normally try to get these to you much earlier in the day, but this one escaped me unfortunately. My weekend's been a little explosive. I've recommended Josephine Rowe before, but she's stilll fresh in my head after NYWF so you can have another one. It's Rowe's prose, more than anything else, that makes her… Continue reading Sunday Short: Hotels by Josephine Rowe

feminism, film, horror

The Horror, The Horror: On the Hunt for Feminist-Friendly Horror Films

My housemate, Emma and I tend to hack and slash (ha) our way through the horror section of any video store with a sort of reverence that normal people reserve for political debates or reality shows. This surprises a lot of people, I imagine partially given I’m 5’2 and have a passion for  fuzzy animals… Continue reading The Horror, The Horror: On the Hunt for Feminist-Friendly Horror Films

short fiction, sunday short

Sunday Short: Up High in the Air by Laura van den Berg

Just after the Fourth of July, my mother called to tell me she thought her hair was on fire. She lived in Nebraska, alone since my father drowned in the Platte River two years earlier. I hadn’t seen her since Thanksgiving and, for the last month, hadn’t returned her calls.“What do you mean you think… Continue reading Sunday Short: Up High in the Air by Laura van den Berg

feminism, food, friday finds, my writing, non-fiction, politics, writing resources

Friday Finds

After the internet-explosion over the last few days, how could I not start this FF with Julia Gillard's address? There is a lot to love about this, and whilst people are (rightfully so) pointing out her hypocrisy regarding the  GLBT community, this still means so, so much politically in Australia right now. This is a… Continue reading Friday Finds

festivals, national young writers festival, rl

That Time I Went to TiNA: National Young Writers Festival

 I really didn’t know what to expect when touching down in Newcastle. My domestic travel is embarrassingly light-on, the only thing getting stamped in my metaphorical passport (because you know they don’t stamp that sucker for local) being Sydney and Far North Queensland. I’d spent a childhood country-hopping Europe and an adolescence setting roots in… Continue reading That Time I Went to TiNA: National Young Writers Festival