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the little journal: issue #2
Night Parrot Press: April 2025
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Fred and Marjorie glared at each other from opposite ends of the kitchen. Hands on hips. Chins raised. The fridge humming an accompaniment.
Reliable Bones
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Shortlisted for the Double-Take
Novelette Award
Night parrot Press: February 2025
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She dreamed, and the dream was forgotten. It left only a lingering of longing humming beneath her skin. But it had woken her, so she rose, and entered the kitchen.
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Ourselves: 100 Micro Memoirs
Night Parrot Press: April 2024
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At the bottom of the hill waits the bay. It's a small bay, deep, and it holds the tiniest, most perfect shells. I've spent many hours, on other days, combing the sand for them with my fingers.
Aurealis Issue #169: April 2024
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There are some things that are impossible to give up. So she takes them out when she's alone and recites them in a low murmur. An Incantation. A spell of remembering.
Verandah Issue #38: Intertwined October 2023
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They come for dinner on Mondays, and I am always waiting. The dog waits too, with her ears tuned for the movements at the front door. Her alertness increases when there is just the right amount of light left in the sky.
Luna Station Quarterly Issue #055
September 2023
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'Bib. Shh.'
Tom pulled his sister along by the hand and she danced on the end of his arm, humming and rustling and clicking.
Andromeda Spaceways Issue #91
August 2023
When Pippa woke early and her father was gone, she knew the trees had come again - right past the wall and into the town to find the men and their seed pouches.
Something to Keep (page will take about 15 seconds to load)
Antipodean SF Issue #292
January 2023
She took the small egg-shaped bundle out of the tree pocket and laid it on the ground; with nimble fingers, began to peel back its thin covering of bark. At the base of the bundle was a narrow seam, barely visible.
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The Right Shoes (opens PDF; story on page 111)
Meniscus Volume 10, Issue 2
December 2022
The elderly couple approached first. He looked so dapper in his long black coat and broad-brimmed hat; she held onto his elbow and shuffled slowly beside him. They lifted their heads and smiled as people passed them on the path, then continued across the platform to the rail in one steady advance.
All the Things You Didn't Know
Grieve Anthology
Volume 10, September 2022
'It will take two years,' she said, divorced and still a little raw. 'About two years until you are back on your feet again.'
You, in your naivete, still in the first protective adrenaline rush of leaving, replied, 'Two years? It's not going to take me two years.'
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Aurealis Issue #152
July 2022
The forest was vast, and alive, and had claimed the town as a part of itself. The inhabitants of the town didn't know that they had been claimed - they saw the physical distance between the trees and themselves, and believed in it.
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First Place: Rockingham Creative Writing Competition (Emerging Writer)
November 2020
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This is the final leaving, but there are many times I've left before, big and small, noticed and unnoticed, in increments or like a fire cracker. This time I am submerged in my old-woman-body, skin too large for me, like I've shrunk away from my edges; I wonder if I am afraid to bump up against myself.
