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. […]
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 […]
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. […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
February 12, 2016
You and I fell in love, didn’t we, in that private little room, just the two of us, gazing into each other’s eyes. Your hands were […]
January 21, 2016
Rain on a tin roof, chilled wine on a hot day, the crackle and spit of an open fire. The feel of the breeze on my […]