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Colleen Moyne

Writer, poet and traveller

Poetry was the first love, and it has stayed. The rest — memoir, travel writing, short fiction, crime and horror — arrived along the way, mostly while moving.

Cover of Called to Coddiwomple by Colleen Moyne: a white campervan parked on a red dirt road stretching to the horizon under a wide blue sky.

The latest book

Called to Coddiwomple

A memoir in poetry and prose

Part memoir, part poetry collection — the story of leaving a settled life and learning to write from the heart of the road.

Ginninderra Press · 2023 · 84 pages

The books

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Two collections so far, both from Ginninderra Press, and a third taking shape on the road.

Van Life Stories

Working title

Coming — working title

New writing taking shape on the road — the places, the people, and the long quiet in between.

Colleen Moyne sitting in the back of her campervan beside Winter, her grey greyhound, with scrubland visible through the window behind them.

A writer at large

Colleen Moyne is an Australian writer and poet who lives and travels full-time in a campervan called Trevor, with a greyhound called Winter.

Her poems and stories have appeared in over 50 anthologies worldwide, and her work has been adapted for radio and audio. She writes across a genuinely wide range — the warmth of memoir and travel writing on one hand, crime and horror on the other — and teaches writing to adults and children when the road allows.

coddiwomple

verb · cod·di·wom·ple

to travel purposefully toward an as-yet-unknown destination

Which is, more or less, the plan.

Taking shape

Van Life Stories

a working title

New writing drawn from the roads around Australia and Tasmania — the places, the people met along the way, and the long quiet in between.

Cover to come

Postcards from the road

A few photographs from the travelling life — Trevor, Winter, and the places the van has pulled up along the way.

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