"In this collection, sampling from more than three decades of Meanjin short fiction...We see names and voices that would swell in power, tone and range over the years, beside some that are just beginning to be heard. Here is a complex sketching of Australian life, thought and feeling." - Jonathan Green, editor.
As a voice that is 'just beginning to be heard', it's an indescribable thrill and honour to have my story 'Cry Wolf' included in the pages of Meanjin A-Z: Fine fiction 1980 to now - available through Melbourne University Press. By luck of the alphabet, you can find me sandwiched between AS Patric and Tim Winton - two of my Aussie literary heroes.
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Entries for the 2018 Elizabeth Jolley Short Story Prize are now open!
The Jolley Prize is one of the world's leading prizes for short story writers, and this year I'll have the pleasure and privilege of helping to judge it. I'll be working with the wonderful Aussie writers Patrick Allington and Michelle Cahill, and the team at ABR, to unearth this year’s winners from a world of stories - what a literary adventure!
The prize is open to anyone in the world, writing in English.
‘The best short fiction writers place their pens down and leave you with a haunting: a deep shifting of self, precipitated by impossibly few words.’ - Maxine Beneba Clarke
It's a thrill and honour to be included in Best Australian Stories 2017. My thanks to its editor, the phenomenal Maxine Beneba Clarke, and the team at Black Inc for selecting my story - 'Slut Trouble' - and also to the team at Australian Book Review where this story first appeared.
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" In the Grand-Marché, I bought six yards of fabric the color of a new bruise. I had no idea what I would was going to do with it. I bought it because I was there and it was beautiful, and at the time, that seemed enough."
From 'Six Yards', which was a 2017 finalist in Nowhere Magazine's Spring Travel Writing Competition and is now available online!
"There are lions in the house. Two, maybe three—it’s hard to tell. Filling the dark with their breathy territorial huffing, their stretched yawns and big-cat rumble."
From 'Lions in the House', which was placed second in The Masters Review's inaugural Flash Fiction Competition, and is now online!
" It begins in a darkened lecture theater - a steep, curved room the shape of cupped palms. On the screen is the face of a dead woman. Black-and-white. A strangely intimate angle, like a surreptitious photograph of a sleeping lover. But there is no mistaking sleep. This is no bed."
From 'Seven Failed Stories About Marilyn Monroe,' which was a finalist for Glimmer Train's 2017 Short Story Award for New Writers.
" If this were a story, it would start with an argument. "
From 'World Service', which was a finalist for the 2017 Victoria University Short Story Prize for New and Emerging Writers, administered by Overland Magazine.
"I would wait until he boarded the train and then slink past him like a new lover. Brush imaginary lint from his shoulders. Smile too wide. I turned his disapproval into disgust, and his disgust into hatred. And it was just so fucking delicious."
From 'Cry Wolf', which appears in the Summer Issue of Meanjin.
Available online and in print.
"Consider the word ‘struck.’ A snapped branch of a word. Past participle of strike - a word ripe with intention, a word that denies accident. To be
struck is to be chosen."
From 'Keraunopathy', which was a finalist for the 2016 World's Best Short-Short Story Competition, judged by Pulitzer Prize winner Robert Olen Butler.
Look for the story in the Southeast Review's 2017 Spring Issue.
"You will write love letters you never send. You will flirt with prayer. You will
flirt with strangers. Some of them will flirt back. One of them won’t take no for an answer. He is the only person who will see how angry you are."
From 'How to Send Your Husband to a War', included in Letting Go: An Anthology of Attempts edited by M.E. Hughes and published by Bacon Press.
"She lays flat on the jetty and lowers each new hook down. The fish-stink of the wood grabs at her nose and throat, churns in her belly as she watches the sinker pull the bread under and down into the kelp. When she can’t see it anymore, she closes her eyes and feels for the quivering of eager fish mouths."
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