2024 Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize

WestWords has released the winning entries for the Blacktown Mayoral Creative Writing Prize for the good people to read.

I have won this prize three years in a row. Time to retire from entering and focus on my novel(s).


You’ll find my story, Parallel Lines, included. There is a reference to Daryl Braithwaite’s “Horses” sung FOUR times at a wedding (this truly happened once at a gig I played).
You’ll find all the winners and highly commended entries from all age groups to read.
https://www.westwords.com.au/project/blacktown-2024-mayoral-creative-writing-prize-to-the-point/

ZineWest Anthology Launch 2024

Saturday 13th October was the launch of the 2024 ZineWest anthology. It also coincided with Love Your Bookshop Day here in Australia.

Whilst winning second place in a beauty contest and collecting $10 is cool, I placed 3rd in the Prose category Zfor my story, Erosion. Securing a place in this anthology was already the win because the quality of work this year is outstanding. I have read through most of the prose and poems, and heard a few friends, and new friends, read their work. I also volunteered to read. It’s quite nerve-wracking standing up to read your work in front of an audience (quite ironic as my day job is an English teacher so you’d think I would be used to standing up in front of crowds. Believe me, it is two TOTALLY different experiences).

You can order copies of the anthology HERE.
The full list of award recipients:

ART AWARDS – Judge Maria Constantinescu
Best ImageSandra Borri for In Two Minds
Best Image Runners-up
Trish Jean for I am the Cathedral Too
Shakira Piggott for Sacred Land

WRITING AWARDS – Judge Luke Carman
1st Place and Best Prose:
Michelle Huynh for the story When in Kowloon

2nd Place: Tyswan Slater for the story Hallway 
3rd PlaceAdam Byatt for the story Erosion

Highly Commended (and Best Poem)
Mitch Browne
 for the poem Outta Utero

Also Highly Commended
Marian Claire for the story Jane Doe
Mona Elhassan for the story Bougainvillea

Editors Award Joint Winners
Lauren Maher 
for the poem Uncle Jack
J. Marahuyo 
for the poem Sheet Lightning


During the week I had been inspired by an Instagram post of someone who had written a poem on paper accompanied by a small illustration. So, on Friday night, I made a tiny zine of the last paragraph of my story, and the video with audio narration. At the launch, I had taken a blank tiny zine and began to draw some of the readers, and completed the rest at home. You can see the videos HERE.

What started as a joke a couple of years ago, has become a thing. We take an Awkward Primary School Awards photo. You know the ones, where there’s one kid looking away, one with a massive grin, one not looking at the camera, and the teacher trying to wrangle them. So we did one this time.


Thanks to Sue C. at New Writers Group and all the crew for putting it on, Maria Constantinescu for judging the art and Dr Luke Carman for judging the prose and poetry, who also manages to reference every piece in his judge’s address. And to @westwordsws for their ongoing support.

Crowd Surfing/Circles on Circles

I wanted to go behind the scenes to my award-winning short story, Crowd Surfing (First Place in the 2024 Stringybark Short Story Award), particularly the music that I was listening to in the editing phase.

Crowd Surfing is about the search for healing in the middle of grief. A mother has lost her son to suicide, and after finding a ticket for a punk rock show in his room, goes along to the show to search for understanding about who he was, what the music meant to him, and what he meant to her and other people.

The inspiration behind the story came from a brief article I read about a mum crowd surfing at a gig. I introduced the suicide of her son as the conflict of the narrative. I love my heavy music and have been in a few mosh pits back in the day (these days I will happily take a seat if it’s offered). The catharsis I find in heavy music was the emotional core of the story and its purpose, and each draft was an excavation to achieve that goal.

In contrast to the heaviness and weight of emotions in the story, it was a quiet, melancholic and meditative song that was the soundtrack while I was editing. Circles on Circles by post-rock band Caspian was the song I had on repeat when working on this story. It was the concept of circles, of circular motion, of the cycles of grief that helped frame the narrative. My story was not influenced by the lyrics of the song but the tone and mood certainly did.

To build the narrative, I needed to get the mother in her place of grief to the venue. I imagined what it would be like to have to do the final load of washing of your child, to put it out on the clothesline, bring it in when it is dry, fold it and then put it away. It allowed me to focus on a mundane moment and endow it with a heaviness and an emotional weight, and then to build into the narrative the character of her son, Jeremy. I named him “Jeremy” after the Pearl Jam song.

When she enters his bedroom, she is confronted with all of the items that she identifies with her son: music, CDs, instruments, his laptop where he records his podcasts. This leads her to seeing a ticket for a local punk show and her decision to attend, to try and make sense of why this angry music was engaging for her son. As he says to her,

“I play angry music for happy people,” he said when she asked why he enjoyed it. She nodded like she understood in the same way she nods when people ask her how she’s doing, except she wants to scream, “If he was happy, why did he take his life?”

I noted to myself earlier this week when I was finishing a draft for a story, that it’s not until about the 4th or 5th draft of a short story, when I have really excavated its bones and begun putting on its flesh, that I can see the depth of purpose in the story and find ways to make that clear in every sentence.

Hence, it was the mundane act of washing that provided a motif for the story: the circular chaos of a washing machine in parallel to the frenetic actions of a mosh pit and the maelstrom that is grief. It appears in the narrative in different ways but was a constant thread throughout for a cohesive connection between mother and son, and between mother and her son’s music, and her own grief and sorrow. She sees it in the actions of the crowd as they make a circle pit with those on the inside, arms and legs tumbling like socks and undies in the washing machine, and those on the edge and perimeter, waiting and wanting to be drawn in, even if something is holding them back.

With Jeremy as a known entity in the scene, it is discovered that his mum is in the audience, and the band brings her up on stage, acknowledges her loss, and their loss, but want to show her what Jeremy meant to them, too. Again, Circles on Circles was the soundtrack in my ears when I was working on this last section of the story as a vehicle for helping me focus on the emotional core of when she is taken to the edge of the stage, the edge of her own grief and sorrow, to lean back and be carried by the hands of the crowd. When she is safely returned to terra firma, the crowd embraces her in community, closing the circle and providing the beginning of her healing.

Crowd Surfing is available from the Stringybark website or a digital version is available on Smashwords.

Birdman Or the Virtue of Being a Tony Hawk Pro Skater Covers Band

As an artist, you never know where your work will end up.
I did this #ContinuousLineDrawing of a kickflip as something fun (even though I can’t skate but I do own a skateboard). A musician reached out and purchased the original art and…


…now it appears on a deck and it’s kinda blowing my mind!


It would be easy to label myself with Imposter Syndrome (“I am not a real artist” or “I am only starting out” or “My work isn’t that good”) but I refuse to accept the label. I write, therefore I am a writer. I create art, therefore I am an artist. Therefore, it’s in my bio.


I may be ’emerging’ or ‘new’ in the interim in my creative life, and I will always be a learner.
Write, draw, learn an instrument. Do not define yourself against others’ labels.

I have goals, dreams and visions of what I want to achieve in my writing and art.


It’s lead to my art appearing in Dr Willo Drummond’s debut poetry collection, Moon Wrasse, and now my art is on a skateboard.

The deck is available for preorder HERE. (I know what I’ll be preordering for Christmas for myself to put up on the wall.)

I would love my art to appear in other places (your CD cover or liner notes, your poetry collection, your short story collection, your wall).
There are pieces of my work scattered around Australia, probably the world (if I’ve sent you art, or you’ve bought it, let me know and send me a picture of it).

Be the artist.

Be the writer.

Be the creative.

Publication News – The School Magazine October 2024

A little earlier this year I announced that my short story, A Shoebox of Changes, had been sold to The School Magazine.

This week my contributor copies arrived, and I was eager to see the story in print, and who the illustrator was. Alen Timofeyev has produced these beautiful and whimisical characters to support the story.

The New South Wales Department of Education releases 10 issues a year to public school students, catering for all reading levels through different titles aimed at stages.

A Shoebox of Changes is the story of Alannah and her best friend Diya, who find out they won’t be attending the same high school in the new year. The extended metaphor running through the story is the shoebox of silkworms Alannah is taking care of, from their hatching through to their growth, spinning silk coccoons and their metamorphosis into moths, as representative of the changes we go through in life.

There is a scope and sequence HERE.

Lesson Sequence for Figurative Language HERE.

Lesson Sequence for Extended Metaphor HERE.

Thanks to my friend, Benjamin Dodds for sending me photos of my work in the wilds of the primary school staffroom
This is my favourite image from the story.
Illustrated by Alen Timofeyev

Hit and Misses

Last week I had the great success of a creative writing WIN!

I won First Place in the Stringybark Short Story Award 2024.

Crowd Surfing is about the search for healing in the middle of grief. A mother has lost her son to suicide, and after finding a ticket for a punk rock show in his room, goes along to the show to search for understanding about who he was, what the music meant to him, and what he meant to her and other people.

I knew I had been shortlisted for the anothology, which of itself, is a WIN. To win a place was quite the surprise.

Today I received a lovely email from David, who passed on a message from the second place winner, Rob, who had this to say about my story.

Before getting down to business I will say cheekily, any disappointment I may have felt (hypothetically) being beaten for First Prize (such arrogance) disappeared in an instant upon reading “Crowd Surfing”.
Adam Byatt generated a surprisingly strong emotional response.  My heartfelt congratulations to him.

I haven’t had a chance to read Rob’s story yet, but it will be on the agenda for the weekend.

And then the misses arrived.

The very next day, Tuesday, I had a rejection for a story. Followed by another rejection on the Friday.

But that’s how it is.

Time to refine. Rewrite. Resubmit.

Crowd Surfing is available from the Stringybark website.

You can pre-order print copies, or if you’d like a digital version, head to Smashwords and you can get 25% off the price using the code: PJ97B. It is valid for as many uses as you wish but please note it expires on 15 August 2024.

The Dead Letter Office – A Pome

Author’s Note: Sometimes a random reading will lead to random inspiration and a random result. I like this way.

Create an imaginary friend.

Find a newsagent and buy a postcard. Send it to them.

Whenever the fancy takes you, you buy another postcard from a local convenience store or tourist shop and tell your imaginary friend you were thinking of them and hope they are well.

On a holiday to the beach up the coast, you buy a postcard each morning and tell your imaginary friend the ins and outs of work, the minor procedure you had last autumn and that you’ve taken up running. Each evening you post it.

One day you find a postcard that is a little suggestive, perhaps raunchy, and with trembling hand you write to your imaginary friend that you’ve been thinking of them. You’ll let yourself imagine they are your lover, and fantasise, and then consummate the idea at home. Later you’ll write a breakup postcard but you say you’ll hope to remain friends.

A few years will go by and the urge to write to your imaginary friend will pierce your stomach as you watch a gig at a local café. You write a note on a serviette as an apology.

The distance between postcards lengthens, stretching out to fathoms, and finding a working pen in the house is a miracle.

One day, you will realise you stopped writing to your friend. Regrets hurt.

Finally, as a salve, you will sit down and write a lengthy letter to your friend, taking the thoughts  from the shelves of your mind, and cataloguing them as museum pieces for an audience of one because it will help if someone knows the truth.

Set aside packs of postcards and pens for your funeral.

New Story – The Overripe Plum

It is always lovely to announce when a new story is live for you to read.

My new story, The Overripe Plum, is about a son at his father’s funeral and explores the chasm of masculinity between them (in under 1000 words).

I encourage you to subscribe to Flash Fiction Magazine for stories that are posted daily, or are sent to you via email once a week.

Here’s a preview:

You can read the rest of the story HERE.

Word for the Year 2024

Here at The Drum and Page, the new year begins with a new word to help give the upcoming months purpose and direction.
This year I’ve gone with a phrase: labore et constantia (labour and tenacity).
It’s all I have as a creative as the projects I have in mind will require a tenacious mindset and consistent application of work.

Advent – A Waiting

Advent
A waiting…
an anticipation…
about hope, of hope, and for hope
for our success, our health, our dreams and visions
a pregnant waiting and pause
believing for the fulfilment
to hold that one thing in our arms.
In the meantime,
send the text
ask the question(s)
pick up their groceries
mow their lawn
fold their laundry
make them cups of tea
and the time of hopeful waiting
will be shared, encouraged, unburdened
because you have loved your neighbour
as yourself.

(frangipani flower photo taken in my garden)