Joshua Donellan
J M Donellan is an author, poet, musician, and teacher. He was almost devoured by a tiger in the jungles of Malaysia, nearly died of a lung collapse in the Nepalese Himalayas, fended off a pack of rabid dogs with a guitar in the mountains of India and was sexually harassed by a half-naked man whilst standing next to Oscar Wilde's grave in Paris.
He is the author of Rumors of Her Death, Killing Adonis, 19 1/2 Spells Disguised as Poems, several works of theatre, occasional work on video games, and some highly lauded bathroom graffiti. He has performed at the Sydney Opera House, the 2018 Commonwealth games, and some very prestigious basements.
He has won and been nominated for numerous awards but he won’t list them here because no one likes a braggart. He currently lives in Meanjin (Brisbane), Australia, with his wife, daughter, and the unnameable eldritch horror in the garage.
“We're going to have ourselves one hell of a Ruckus," said Smokey with a grin that went quite beyond the boundaries of mischief and right into the realm of delinquency.”
“...we've already had one horrible thing happen today, which means that if you think about it the odds of anything else horrible happening again in the next few hours should now be quite low.”
“...food was at least three million per cent more delicious when you ate it immediately after thinking you were going to die.”
“I've had quite enough danger for a while I think. I might have some more when I'm thirteen, but definitely not before then...”
“I had an aunt named 'abnormal Shauna' once. But she passed away in an unfortunate cliff-top interpretative dance and fireworks accident.”
“I haven't been so sure of anything since the time Mum asked me if I absolutely, definitely, certainly thought it was a good idea to practise doing cartwheels inside the house.”