On a Day February 23, 2018 By Nicola Moriarty In Poetry 10 Comments The casket was white. The ceremony was small, simple. She noticed birds, As she left the church. Two, maybe three.... Read More
Stories from High School – Part 4: The First Time December 19, 2017 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 1 Comment I remember that he lived in a red brick three-bedder in Pendall Hill. There was a dimly lit lounge room... Read More
A Guide to Surviving Bad Reviews by Nicola Moriarty and Wendy James July 6, 2017 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 2 Comments Nicola Moriarty I’m a nice person. I know I’m a nice person, because in primary school when the teacher had... Read More
Dear Nicola, October 6, 2016 By Nicola Moriarty In Letters 6 Comments You’ve been trying to make a decision lately. It’s funny because you’ve made this decision many times before. Once when... Read More
Stories from High School – Part 3: Butcher’s Knives and Metallica February 22, 2016 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment In hindsight, I probably should have known that taking a large butcher’s knife into school - shoved inside my backpack... Read More
Stories from High School – Part 2: The Boy on the Bus February 17, 2016 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment On Saturday mornings I went to Helen O’Grady’s drama academy at a community hall in Hornsby. I had a crush... Read More
Stories from High School – Part 1: Razors and Hair Dye January 28, 2016 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 5 Comments My eldest sister always said to me, ‘Don’t shave your legs! Once you start, you won’t be able to stop.... Read More
A (Not Especially Comprehensive) List of TIL in 2015 December 31, 2015 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 6 Comments (For example: TIL is an acronym for ‘thing’s I learned’ – that’s something I learned this year) Make sure season... Read More
Sex and the Theatre October 16, 2015 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment Black silk, lace edges and spaghetti straps. It was short, showed a lot of thigh and clung to my body.... Read More
Last Night August 13, 2015 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment Last night at just after 4am, the doorbell rang. The dog started barking and racing through the house. Steve and... Read More
