Casselise Rowe The family room, Boronia, a Sunday afternoon 2000What would happen when everyone realised what a fraud I was?
Zoë Krupka Bell Street, Coburg, Melbourne, 2007And then everything I’d ever wanted to say about September 11, 2001 had been said. Or crooned really.
Hugh Jones Wrest Point Casino, Hobart, 1982“I’m sure I could arrange it,” I said to Don McLean, without any idea where to find a horse, let alone ride one.
Cassandra Atherton Southern Kisses: A backyard in Slidell, Louisiana, 1982It was the music he heard first. Something about smelling the moon in her perfume.
Kerrie Soraghan Pool room, Deer Park, 31 October 1982On Saturday mornings Dad always sang along loudly to Song Sung Blue on our tinny stereo: mortifying in the extreme to a teenage daughter full of her own pretensions
That first summer I heard about the girl from the Red River Shore I felt a little better, if a little sadder, about the world.
Alyson Miller Snowy Mountains Highway, New South Wales, 2009You lean in to kiss my collarbone, murmuring the chorus line, and it is in this moment that we hit something hard and the CD skips.