by KELLIE ASMUSSEN – An extract from a four-part piece II Deep gutters adjoin cobbled lanes and hot chocolate is sipped while drizzling rain changes to snow. Like magnets we congregate – no church required – and wings, then concealed,…
by KELLIE ASMUSSEN Through a slightly busy town, over a bent-round hill and splitting a valley of grass brown, a dusty dirt road beckons. Stomping a rusty fence of barb, the all-forever sighing willows reveal a quiet well-tapped clearing –…
by KELLIE ASMUSSEN Swishing movement amongst broken clatter its penetration a mere glimpse to those clad in black and blue, squatting within everything but hay. Blackened teeth stand marking the land, momentarily breaking the constant colour of tarnished grass-like fields…
Kellie Asmussen grew up climbing trees and catching tadpoles on Gunaikurnai country. She has explored and lived on Bunurong, Wadawurrung and Dja Dja Wurrung lands, avoiding cities in preference for the country smell. Kellie is committed to improving education for…
