Ashley Thomson’s short story, A White Woman in Ōjin, was the winner of the 2014 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Short Story Award. Read his piece below. More of Ashley’s work can be found on his blog here. Stay tuned for the publication of other shortlisted and winning entries in the coming weeks. They can be found here. A white woman … Continue reading
Stilettos, by Robyn Lance won the 2014 Michael Thwaites Poetry Award. Read Robyn’s poem below. Other shortlisted and winning entries will be published here in the coming weeks. The diminutive bride, her maids, mother, and an aunt teetering in toe-peeper taupe, hang five toes off just subtler-than-stilts stilettos, each foot an italicised s with arches stretched to the max … Continue reading
Alison O’Hara’s short story, The Garden House, was shortlisted in the 2014 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Short Story Award. Read her piece below. Stay tuned for the publication of other shortlisted and winning entries in the coming weeks. They can be found here. She could tell straight away that the garden had once been loved. Tall natives straggled … Continue reading
Cara Lennon’s story, The Loose Thread and the Sterile Needles, was shortlisted in the 2014 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Award. Read her piece below. Other shortlisted and winning entries will be published here in the coming weeks. I don’t usually keep a diary, but my encounters with Rory were so unusual, I feel the need to jot something down. I’m writing … Continue reading
Christine Kearney’s short story, Hookin’ In, was shortlisted in the 2014 Marjorie Graber-McInnis Short Story Award. Read her piece below. Stay tuned for the publication of other shortlisted and winning entries in the coming weeks. They can be found here. We land and Gracie vomits. Then we go down the stairs in an icy wind and … Continue reading
Greg Gould’s poem, Jack and Jill, was shortlisted in the 2014 Michael Thwaites Poetry Award. Read his piece below. You can read the other winning and shortlisted entries here. Jack had fists of concrete / big heavy concrete fists he used to hate hate hate / Jill’s skin was flesh of peaches / her eyes were wells full of … Continue reading
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