My Writing
Daughters of Drowning
Published in Jacaranda Journal 12.2 Memento Mori
'Juluya’s dead today. It was Niina yesterday. During Service. Always Service. That’s when River’s watching. I sit with others now, in Circle. Sun makes sky dance like flames, but no one looks. Sunlight is gift and girls do not deserve gifts.'...
On Cliff Edge
Shortlisted in 2025 Inner West Young Creatives
'Wind blew in over the cliffside, sweeping waves into violent, crashing crescendos. They tore at steadfast rock, wearing it away slowly. Jess tasted salt on the breeze, and the distant tang of sheep. She dangled her legs over swathes of seafoam and hoped the wind would buffer her thoughts into something clearer, like they did the cliff edge.'...
Foundations of Alkemi
Published in The Miserere Review #4: Fantasy & Fiction
'The first step to becoming an Alkemist is to starve for seven days.
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Energy cannot be created or destroyed. This is fact.
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Humans consume food for energy. This is also fact.
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Another fact: the chemical energy we gain from food is low-entropy; ordered. But - and here lies the penultimate root for Alkemic disaster - the heat we radiate is high-entropy; disordered. In short, we consume order and create disorder.'...
Home
Shortlisted in 2023 Inner West Young Creatives
'It was the scent of woodsmoke on spring air that sent alarm bells chiming in Daisy’s mind. Despite the warm air, her arms prickled with goose flesh. Smoke was like a fresh sea breeze; it tickled warnings in smooth skin. The fire dial had been pointing to the red for months but, with the ban in place, the season had been good. Lucky, the people in her dad’s newspaper said. The thing about luck was it always ran out. Like the luck of the season, Daisy ran out of the bush, past the stringybarks and wattle peas towards the only home she’d ever known...'