Writings of the week, or is it the month ...? A pretty picture ... Australia's east coast summer rain, at first a relief, then bearable....

This week's blog returns to serious literary matters with a fictional piece by Robert Carrick based on part of a letter which Charlotte...

With life slowly 'getting back to normal' - despite entrenched rainy weather, the fiasco of a government organising a total rail...

I find myself at a crossroads. Doesn’t every road bend every which way, with a decision to be made? And what if I can’t decide, at the...

How many words do I write in 8 minutes? A very short story by Robert Carrick Just write for 8 mins and spend 2 mins reviewing & making...

I sat at a small wooden table in the window of the cafe in Redfern and looked outside at the drizzling rain. Pedestrians with shoulders...

A note of admiration for Grace Tame from SSOA's weekly emerging writer's group: Grace, you could have simpered sweetly to the Prime...

A piece of flash fiction by Robert Carrick Jia lives with her grandfather in a village at the foothills of Songshan Mountain in China....

In light of the effects of the recent undersea volcano eruption in Tonga, with changes to winds, tides and weather generally - ranging...

Children don't baulk at the big questions in life ... What is death? Why are we here? What is nature? Who's in charge of the world?...

Let's start the year with a little tragi-comedy from David Benn ... The Poem A cold overcast morning had become a sodden grey Sunday...

It is with great sadness that we must convey the news that a dear friend and one of the major contributors to SSOA's memoir group, Sao...

by Rob Carrick Christmas is here, and that means it's twelve months since I found myself at a Christmas event chatting to a woman in a...

Christmas means … not what I always thought it meant. Though, given I grew up in Britain, set in the furthest reaches of northern Europe,...

It’s Sunday morning, and I’m sitting under a perfect blue sky as I look across Clovelly Bay's aquamarine waters shimmering in the summer...

The colour red I’d only just stepped out the door and that damned neighbour who wants to know everyone’s business was there. Sally...

LET THEM EAT ... PORK Interest in ‘pork barrelling’ as a description of unsavoury political behaviour has been sparked recently in NSW...

The term ‘pork barrelling’ is common enough for people to know what it means: a government handing out taxpayers’ money inequitably in...

I felt James tap me on the shoulder and my eyelids flickered. Opposite my bed, the armchair and the clothes piled over it were a soft...

Erin sits at her table, pen in hand. She wonders what might flow forth, what she might channel from the ether through ink into existence,...