Poetry and Short Fiction

Kindling III
Kindling III – A Writer’s Edit Anthology

My poetry has been published in literary journals, magazines, and anthologies. In 2019, my poem ‘Keeping My Wits About Me’ (since published in The Global Youth Review) was awarded runner-up in the June Shenfield Poetry Award.

My short fiction has appeared in four anthologies to date.


Selected poetry

GLOBAL YOUTH REVIEW

Keeping My Wits About Me

BAREKNUCKLE POET JOURNAL OF LETTERS

Children and Men

NOT VERY QUIET

Synchronised Swimmers Found Dead in Australian Waterway

Country House

Homing

What Now

Bartending

What a time to be alive!

BOSSY

Iffy

FARRAGO MAGAZINE

Crossing Over

BABY TEETH JOURNAL

Portrait of a Lady

EARTHWORDS

Rebirth

WORONI

Riddle

ANU COLLEGE OF ARTS AND SOCIAL SCIENCES

The Thesis

AUSTRALIAN MULTILINGUAL WRITING PROJECT

You’d probablement detest this poème

GRIEVE

“Life Lessons”. In: Grieve: Stories and Poems about Grief and Loss, Volume 7 (Newcastle: Hunter Writers Centre, 2019), p.87.

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Short fiction

“The Snake’s Tail”; in Kindling III (2016). Sydney: Writer’s Edit Press. 

Based on a true story from my mother’s childhood in Ghana. My grandmother, a somewhat eccentric author of books on African wildlife, arranged a dead snake in a coil, froze it in the kitchen freezer, and then gave it to my mother to take to her primary school for show-and-tell.

It looked very lifelike. Pandemonium ensued.

“Friedrich’s Goat”; in Kindling II (2015). Sydney: Writer’s Edit Press.

Based on the true story of how my great-uncle, a former World War II fighter pilot for Britain, returned the Iron Cross to the widow of a man he shot down.

“Crossed Out”; in Stew and Sinkers (2013). Canberra: Stringybark Publishing.

Explores the true story of how my great-grandfather accidentally had our
entire family excommunicated from the Catholic Church. Warning for the godly: holy water suffers irreversible harm.

“Elsewhere”; in Marngrook (2012). Canberra: Stringybark Publishing.

I actually wrote this story in my final year of school, when I was 17. Evidently my upcoming final exams had me in a wonderful emotional place, for I chose to write about the experiences of a conscientious objector sent to the front at Fromelles, during World War I.

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