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Dear Janet
I wrote this little ditty after a friend in New Zealand told me a touching story about her neighbour Janet, who was battling a terminal illness and wanted to make …
Connecting Dots
*** (a poem) *** white finger tips press over bumps smears orange dust on Forgotten Road red circles are Family Camps in Nature they move on together Black History gone …
The Closing Of A Book
Shift your life from a peasant
of wisdom to nirvana’s next top model…
Tsundoku Confessions
I was recently laughed at when entering a Zonta book sale because I dragged an empty suitcase behind me and left it under a table while two elderly ladies monitored …
Seeing Daylight
He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair – old, …
The Wandering Wonderer
Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …
‘Strayan Public Holiday
People talk about how St Kilda has changed. I think about how the drugs have changed. I think about how Paul Kelly preferred Melbourne over Sydney and how I do …
The Man And The Bird
A topic of discussion amongst many of my friends and I lately has been about how our own art, in all forms whether it be creative writing, visual, musical, fine …
Bitch Hysteria
Instead of witches, we call them bitches. Irritable bitches. Complaining bitches. Whining, whinging, annoying bitches. Any emotion a man feels is given the excuse of being a man. What about …
Kill Your Ego
I must have walked twenty kilometres already. The humidity was choking me. My thoughts were attacking my brain cells, taking my synapses hostage and sending them on a theme park …
White Lines
He extends a hand as she boards the ambulance. Bandaged hands hover above her knees like day-old helium balloons. He shifts to fifth along the only road in and out …
