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glut 01: DOUBLE TAKE

Glut is a twice yearly digital journal championing ambitious writing. Our first edition is DOUBLE TAKE, featuring 5 emerging writers.

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meeting the water again

Our kind came from the sea. Webbed hands gripped the smoothed rock. The softened wood of the pier fractured in our fingers. Our taut forearms were strong from life beneath. We dragged our blue-tinged bodies up, scaled – or perhaps furred, with algae – shaking tangled kelp from our hair. And in our blood, the song that drags a man to his grave. So my mother told me. And her mother told her.

Fiction writing, published by LITRO

Don't wait.

On courage, readiness and my friend Jen.

I don’t know anyone who actually enjoys waiting. But when it comes to making art, and spending time pursuing something important - though scary and vulnerable - I know plenty of artists who will joke about how easy it is to suddenly find a thousand other things to do with their time, other than making their art. We don’t necessarily equate this deferment with ‘waiting’; at best, we’re just ‘working up into it’. At worst, it’s procrastination. We know procrastinating is bad, but we seldom characterise it as a self-imposed waiting to feel ‘ready’. What does ‘ready’ even mean?

Personal essay, Substack

Arteles Creative Center Residency, Finland

Blog writing for Spread the Word

A residency veteran warned me: ‘People might not get it, when you explain this place to them.’ It sounded ominous, but time would prove it to be true. The premise of my residency was simple: for one whole month, I’d live in a rural Finnish former-farmhouse, alongside 11 other residents, with time and space to work on my art. [My] residency took place in the summer, which meant an endless supply of fresh berries, plenty of lake swimming, and almost constant daylight.... It is idyllic; any other word falls short...

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Where there’s bread is my country

Fiction writing, published by the Mechanics Institute Review

It all started yesterday, with the burning. Smoke rose in great plumes overhead as the men took to the fields with torches. They tied handkerchiefs over noses and lips; sweat rained down from their foreheads. Afterwards, they washed ash from their eyelashes and inside their ears. Sweetness and smoke filled their nostrils. This, the great state of Queensland, where plenty of land means plenty of space to grow the sweet crop. Wind whistles through bright emerald stems; cicadas and crickets hum out of sync. But the machetes sing in unison. Nature is flattened here, subjugated by sweat and blood, soil honeyed with corpses. The land fights back with clouds of beetles, moths, mozzies, and a heat that cuts the throat. If he can endure it, a man can start again with a few good years in the fields. A man can cut his way into a life of his own dreaming. Someday, Big John thinks, but not yet.

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salami week

Fiction writing, published by the Evening Standard & runner-up winner

Start with the pig. Skin split, arms and legs tied together. Butchered body, Glad-wrapped, carried home in the back of the ute. Normally, Nonno carries the carcass up over a shoulder in a way that screams accident waiting to happen. Say nothing because it’s a man’s job. “This pig,” Nonno will say, “Best pig.” This year, his bones creak uneasy from the load. Your father steps up instead, enduring critique from the man leaning heavy on his cane. The women have been in the shed at the end of the yard for hours now. Its windows are netted over against the bugs; if someone opens the door it’s compulsory to shout, “Shut the door!” Because flies are waiting. Great aunts, aunts, cousins, each take their positions. Start early, peeling, mashing tomatoes. History in motion. Well-loved, until the meat arrives. And with the meat comes the men, opening beers by the fence. The more things change, the more they stay the same. The table is laid with plastic, a blue-checked surface set with buckets, knives and the grail itself: the mincer. Herbs linger crisp in the air, mixed with some metallic death. Your littlest cousin peels garlic, waving her fingers before you so that you can take a deep inhale. “This is sacred,” your aunt says. “It’s salami week again.”

Podcast: Safety, Harassment and Bullying in the Entertainment Industry

Producing and hosting a podcast for Spotlight

On this big episode of the Spotlight Podcast, we discuss safety, harassment and bullying in our industry. Joining us, we have Maureen Beattie, performer and President of Equity, Wendy Spon, CDG and former Head of Casting for the National Theatre, and Ita O'Brien, Intimacy and Movement Coordinator who has recently worked on Gentleman Jack and Sex Education for Netflix...

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