I ease the door open. The weak light from the corridor reveals the interior, filthy tiles and limbs. My heart is thumping in protest, my head feels like it's a dying star about to collapse in on itself. I look down briefly at my mostly naked body; the advertatts give off a sickly incandescence.Read More
In the morning I go to Greensborough Plaza and there’s a kid coming up the escalator opposite mine, all alone, crying for his mum; I turn and walk back against the pull of the machine to get him because I know that he’s me, the child version of me, transported from the past to the present.Read More
He leans against me and rests his head on my shoulder. I try to imagine that it’s just sticky tree sap smeared across his cheeks and shirt like when we’d swing from the gums out the front of Grandpa’s place. I try to imagine that he’s just a little sauced after a big win.Read More
Go, you say, before he gets in the mustard-coloured Nissan and winds the window down.Read More
Sir Henry Augustus Worthington perused the morning paper and uttered the words, ‘Damned cheek.’Read More
As I turn the earth I think how strange it is to destroy so many little lives for just one death.Read More
The day rose fast and hot. We walked down to the river and Jemima showed me how to catch a yabby in a stocking.Read More
‘Seven, eight, nine,’ he mouthed silently. From the first time he laid his hand to it, he had been counting himself off. ‘Forty-one. Forty-two.’ It wasn’t a race. It wasn’t a competition. It wasn’t even obsessive compulsive; it was just what he did – like having a storyline that accompanied the act.Read More
There’s a man who pops up on my Facebook feed every so often. We were friends in high school, I guess you could say. As far as I can tell, he only uses Facebook to promote the lifestyle of Being A True Bloke.Read More
So, by now you are probably wondering where I am.Read More
We’ve had some great new additions to the Seizure team over the past few months, so we thought we’d formally introduce you. Though she may have left us for now and jetted off to the UK, earlier in 2013 Eleanor was a co-editor of Flashers.
Say hello to Eleanor Chandler.
What do you do in your day job/life?
I spend my days working the shelves at Books Kinokuniya, studying at UTS and co-editing Flashers for Seizure.
In an ideal world, what would you do for money?
I would study tea ceremony in Japan.
What’s your favourite form or genre to write in?
Short fiction and poetry, but I also like to dabble in creative non-fiction.
If you could be a type of punctuation what would you be?
What record/album should be turned into a book?
Illinois by Sufjan Stevens.
Name your top three dinner party guests.
Jorge Luis Borges, David Attenborough and Doctor Who.
Travel! I was lucky enough* to be accepted into the University of East Anglia, UK to complete my final semester of study. I’ll be taking a break from regular Seizure, but will be working on a few other things for them.
*Seizure note: We say East Anglia is lucky to have her. We hope they give her back.