The Emerging Writers’ Festival work, learn and play largely on the land of the Kulin nation, and pay our respects to their Elders, past and present.

EWF celebrates the history and creativity of the world’s oldest living culture.

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waiting – Wen-Juenn Lee

On the phone, we read Jane Austen fanfic
agree the shirt you wear at the airport
will be crisp & white, so that it crinkles
when you hug me.

Desire, I have learnt, is the
privilege of details; that is, I count
minutes by condensation on shower walls
how our calls always begin
with static, this crack & hiss of
can opening, your mouth fizzling
& mine saying, there you are.

there you are, unpeeling
the routineness of day
in a darkened room—
why is it I love you the most
when I picture you alone?

When my mother feeds me soft-boiled eggs
your letters arrive in hi-vis orange
like yolk waiting to be stretched apart &
maybe feeling the solidity of myself
lies in the alchemy of heat
where the minutes emerge embryonic
& I think, there you are.

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