Krissy Kneen

Image by Wendy Schotsmans The sun hauled itself into the sky. A tired mid-morning replete with gulls, low tide, a half-hearted breeze. He tugged at the boat till it nosed into the water, waves slapping at his ankles with nicotine-stained fingers. There was a urinous tang in the air. Seaweed raced against the sand and […]

In May this year, I flew down to the Sydney Writers’ Festival to be part of a panel discussing the Queensland floods. It was a one-off appearance, and after it concluded I found that I had several hours to fill before my flight home. Glancing at a SWF programme, jostled on all sides by diligent […]