August 9, 2021
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
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
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
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
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. 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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
“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
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
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 […]