Bendigo, May 2021 I fidget in my seat here in the middle of the second row of an intimate theatre in my birthplace of Bendigo. I am here to see a local theatre company stage ten ten-minute plays, including one I wrote. I am here with my immediate family, including my [...]
A short poem about COVID, porridge and a Fiona Apple song.
I peer into the rear-view mirror/ at my sister’s baby face/The tears brimming
For a minute in history, it is 8:11 AM Australian Eastern Standard Time on Monday 12 May 2019. The moment stretches out to the sound of coffee sips...