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For the time being, I have decided that I don't need a wordpress domain name.

I guess this means that my projects are on hold indefinitely, which really means that I'm thinking about restarting them... maybe.  This was the only thing on my wordpress site - esliew.com - for the longest time (see "Working Titles" below). I have been busy with life, growing older, watching my parents grow older. I did as most of you are trying to do: keep up with time. It's an impossible task, one that we're bound to lose, but I guess the journey is the point of the journey. Is this what this is?  A journey?  Working Titles Current projects’ working titles: Poetry. Human Applications : a meditation on the connections between mostly cis-gendered hetero-normative males and females, and the gaze though which the other is interpreted.  Poetry. Detained! : a frantic exploration of adolescence and young adult hood , set in a high school, in a “neighbour hood ”, emphasis on “hood”, but also, these characters are really just you and me at our most frant...
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The Book Depository is Closing

  Sadly, the Book Depository is closing forever. I'm fortunate that I have had an opportunity to be part of an anthology that was sold through their site. I have bought so many books from them over the years, that it's like my house is made of paper.   Last chance to buy a copy of Lockdown: Melbourne Writer's Group and Friends Respond to Isolation in 2020 .  
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First Pages Prize official longlist.

My novel, The Gatherer, made the longlist for the First Pages Prize:  www.firstpagesprize.com/longlist-2021 You can find the shortlist here: www.firstpagesprize.com/shortlist-2021
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First Pages Prize longlist

 
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100% Rain

 
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Faux Murakami: A Creative Writing Exercise

In the evening, the cabin is swollen with the noise of train life: people shuffle their bottoms across mysteriously shaped stains on the seats, a toddler jabbers and sighs, mobile phones emit white noise that is inaudible until it isn't there and you hear its absence. Through a variegated sea of distressed Levis and breath-constricting Cheap Mondays, an elderly man in a track suit and Crocodile golf visor sucks the marrow out of what is actually not a bone but a sushi roll. The tamago slides past his lips like a tongue. The seaweed casing starts to collapse into itself. Boku has seen the Crocodile Man before... in a dream about the Freudian meaning of a well in Kyoto. Boku hopes this train goes to Kyoto... except it probably won't because he got his travel instructions from a nameless cat.
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MWG "Lockdown" Anthology Available at Booktopia

If you are doing some boxing day shopping and want something to remember this departing year by, here is "Lockdown", an anthology. My poem is called, "Susan". Because this is not the e-book, I am not sure if they have corrected the missing word in stanza one, line three. Or maybe just read it that way and think that it was omitted deliberately. Updates on the e-book to follow soon. https://www.booktopia.com.au/lockdown-melbourne-writers-group/book/9780645049503.html Description (copied from booktopia): A collection of 25 short stories and poems by 18 Victorian writers in a range of styles and subjects created during and responding to the statewide lockdown in the middle of 2020. They explore how relationships were maintained or frayed, loss of identity, and the stress of daily life in lockdown. Some enter the realm of fantasy, hyper-reality or magic realism, while others depict the experience with a more journalistic detachment.  
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