{"id":6560,"date":"2026-05-21T18:14:11","date_gmt":"2026-05-21T07:44:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/?p=6560"},"modified":"2026-05-21T18:14:11","modified_gmt":"2026-05-21T07:44:11","slug":"announcement-sarai-mannolini-winwood-wins-the-april-wwwc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/2026\/05\/announcement-sarai-mannolini-winwood-wins-the-april-wwwc\/","title":{"rendered":"ANNOUNCEMENT: Sarai Mannolini-Winwood wins the April WWWC!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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We’re pleased to announce the winner of the April WWWC: Sarai Mannoli-Winwood! Responding to the prompt ‘come Monday’, Sarai’s poem ‘I’ll dream of this’ ruminates on the quiet mundanity and joy of days away from work.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Read her winning piece below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

I’ll dream of this<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I reach blindly for the noise, silence it twice.
My shoulders pop and groan as if\u00a0
the sleep I shuck was minutes, not hours;
my toes tap tap tap the dog until\u00a0
we both groan in harmony,\u00a0
before subsiding to be enfolded warm again.\u00a0
come Monday
no slow starts\u00a0
The whites drizzle down the bowl\u2019s side,\u00a0
ineptly cracked and angled poorly, it\u00a0
left bubbled patches on the bench.\u00a0
Buttered toast humidity clogs the air,\u00a0
until time for a second coffee causes\u00a0
plates to be licked clean by lathing tongues.\u00a0
come Monday\u00a0
damp cereal in the sink\u00a0
A cold hand rolled around mine.\u00a0
Fairy tale apples, crackling bread, fresh almond milk,\u00a0
grass still damp underfoot, squelches, as\u00a0
musos sing moody mornings over dew,\u00a0
hot salted chocolate drizzles across my fingers\u00a0
you draw them in, clean them, I blush.\u00a0
come Monday\u00a0
you\u2019ll annoy me again\u00a0
Sand shifts listlessly under footsteps,\u00a0
barks bounds\u00a0braying happiness fills it all\u00a0
while insulted seagulls shove to move not at all.\u00a0
My hair wraps in seaweed strands around my face,\u00a0
as salt across my teeth feels like children at play;\u00a0
we leave our phones in the car.\u00a0
come Monday\u00a0
beaches only on monitors\u00a0
Dishes are stacked, the wok wobbling,\u00a0
smacking lips sound over YouTube views;\u00a0
‘travel to exotic places,’ they cry,\u00a0
just down the road from us here,\u00a0
crisp chardonnay in dusty glasses;\u00a0
you laugh so I laugh so the dog farts.\u00a0
come Monday\u00a0
microwaved meals\u00a0
Erotic flourish of floss is made with fingertips,\u00a0
gyrations of leering toothbrushes in the mirror,\u00a0
out goes the dog with the bin to howl,\u00a0
you wink suggestively, yawn, and smile a half,\u00a0
our ebooks left abandoned to the side,\u00a0
we reach through darkness, well-worn paths.\u00a0
come Monday\u00a0
I\u2019ll dream of this\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sarai Mannolini-Winwood<\/strong> (she\/her) is an avid creative writer as well as a literary theorist and academic living in Kwoorabup\/Denmark, WA. She is intrigued by how we make sense of ourselves through our writing. Her work is available academically in TEXT, Creatio Fantastica, <\/em>and Axon<\/em>, professionally in The Artifice<\/em>, and creatively in Eunoia Review, Emerging Possibilities, <\/em>and Creature<\/em>.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We’re pleased to announce the winner of the April WWWC: Sarai Mannoli-Winwood! Responding to the prompt ‘come Monday’, Sarai’s poem ‘I’ll dream of this’ ruminates on the quiet mundanity and joy of days away from work. Read her winning piece … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"We're pleased to announce Sarai Mannolini-Winwood's poem 'I'll dream of this' as the winner of the April WWWC.","jetpack_seo_html_title":"WWWC April Winner: Sarai Mannolini-Winwood","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[315,942],"tags":[946],"class_list":["post-6560","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry-2","category-wwwc","tag-wwwc"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4v1Of-1HO","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6560"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6560\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6562,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6560\/revisions\/6562"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6560"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6560"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.wakefieldpress.com.au\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}