Thank you, Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge fans! You have risen to the Challenge again. Selected for publication below are twenty-one entries to the Nests (#2 2025) challenge. In addition, received from Tony B. for our collective amusement, … Continued
![Ekphrastic Challenge #1 2025: ‘Beach’ by Anne Franks [submissions close on Sun 23 Feb 2025]](https://www.geelongwriters.org.au/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/Beach-1-Anne-Franks-scaled-365x365.jpg)
The first Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge for 2025 featured the photo Beach, by Anne Franks, inviting writers to respond to the image in a submission of up to 300 words. Ekphrastic enthusiasts responded to the Beach image with original … Continued
Pressing by Jo Curtain We have published the works of the following 26 writers, and again we applaud the students from Mount Waverley Secondary College for their enthusiasm and fabulous contributions. Jan Price | Geoffrey Gaskill | Harry Roberts … Continued
By Sue Gourlay *Polo at Portsea is a female coming-of-age story with sexual/erotic content.* (Note added by Geelong Writers) When Sally and I first went to bed, we wrapped our arms around each other and pretended we were making love … Continued
By Sue Gourlay It’s not just my way of promoting a sustainable lifestyle. Think of the money I’m saving buying all these recycled dresses and skirts, jumpers, hats, gloves, shoes and socks. Yes I admit, most friends pooh-pooh the … Continued
By Kat Skarbek Black Country England in the 1960s was anything but swinging. It was a place of dirt and hard labour and sweat. The streets were full of terraced houses, knitted together in red brick rows, pulsing with the … Continued
Image: Distillate of Tears by David Jones emicimages.com By David Jones This poem is from my book, The Taken, a series of photos and poems to highlight the trauma of our Stolen Generations. DISTILLATE OF THE DETAINED They quailed … Continued
By Deborah Hunniford. Only yesterday, walking in Geelong West, I stopped to smell the roses. Behind lace curtains a shadow twitched, as if it had been lying in wait for me. I stiffened to form an exaggerated bow, hands tucked … Continued
