August 9, 2021

The Alternate Life

A piece on lockdown 2.0 in Melbourne By Ella Grift I woke each morning, rather in the middle of the day than when the sun started […]
July 2, 2021


Exposure. If you say it enough times, the word loses all sense and meaning. Expo. Sure.  So not sure, are we now, of anything anymore.  Exposure. […]
May 31, 2021


4.0 is different. Seven days is not seven days. It’s the endless months, weeks, days, hours and minutes of 2.0. Remember?  We don’t want to remember. […]
September 13, 2020

I miss you Melbourne – A love letter

My dearest Melbourne, The simple mouthing of your name fills me with longing, the way it sounds on my lips, Mel … booooourne, oh, what mixed […]
August 29, 2020

Shit-Sandwich Shop Stop

I’m famished. Up ahead, I see the promise of neon lights. Closer, I read a sign that blinks: SHIT-SANDWICH SHOP.  Ooooh, I haven’t had a shit-sandwich […]
July 7, 2020

The Day Covid Broke Me

June 30 I am curled up on the couch. I can’t––won’t––move. I am sick. I am not sick with Covid, but in this moment I don’t […]
November 21, 2019


There are 27 on the list of the Crescent Moon Party.  The same 27 are invited each month, halfway between each Full Moon Party. Only locals […]
August 30, 2019

Your Chariot Awaits

I am expecting a shiny, silver E-Class Mercedes Benz, or a glistening, black Audi S5. Something with prestige, something that says: “I have arrived”. Instead, he […]
July 26, 2019

I Hate Trains

I hate trains. Everything about them.  I hate the way they smell like old socks. I hate that thousands of arses have sat on those grotty […]
May 3, 2019

The Mandala Spider

His long legs creep ever so gently along the web as he rhythmically pulls and places his silk into position. We watch in awe, captivated by […]
March 20, 2019

Button on the left

The seats were filthy, threadbare. I didn’t want to sit on them. I clung to my basket and scuttled past, so as not to touch them. […]
February 21, 2019

In the wind

“Where are you?” “The roads are blocked, we can’t get there.” “Is everything OK? Are you OK?” He’s pulled away from the group, talking in a […]
January 31, 2019


New buds were forming on the crop. A miracle. Out here. He looked across the crop towards the horizon. Fledgling stalks were the only patch of […]
January 10, 2019


Words. There you are, my little friends. I know it’s been a while. I am sorry I neglected you, but I am here now. I know, […]
March 19, 2018

Evil Weevils

Out it flutters when I open the pantry door. A tiny, light brown moth with silver on its tips. It’s insignificant but still gets under my […]
March 2, 2018

The Grog Blog

Here it is, the last day of abstinence. I have ‘detoxed’, ‘cleansed my liver’ and proven to myself that I am not an alcoholic. This is […]
February 4, 2018

First Day

Everything is ready. I packed my bag last night and laid out my uniform like mum suggested I do. Everything is stiff and new, unfamiliar, the […]
September 19, 2017

Work, can we talk?

“Can we talk? Sorry, I know this might seem sudden but we need to talk about ‘us’. “Lately something has changed, I am not sure why […]
March 12, 2017

A glass half full

I am sitting on the couch in front of the TV. We are all there as a family, all except my father. We are sitting with […]
September 25, 2016

Tea Time

She takes a sip but the liquid is scalding hot, she’ll have to let it sit for a bit. A bit, a moment in time, she’s […]