Featured Writing

The Stick

Look down. You’ll find one by a trail if it’s from a gum tree. Or maybe you’re in luck and walking by a creek where the wind has blown so h…

Luck

They call it night rain; the hushed nocturnal clatter of mahjong tiles being shuffled. At 2am, it’s the final remnants of the cacophony; th…

Thick Face, Black Heart

It cuts the line at the bus stop, / Raises your gall, / Physically gives you a shove, / So that you want to lash back and give it a beating…

Arrogance

There’s a certain skill, / An infamy of talent, / That comes from, / Arrogance, / It bleeds out of those, / With power, / From a foot…

Darryl

No fucking way. Not today. No fucking way. / Here comes the bus. / Butt it out in the gravel. / Step back. / Act normal. / Hear the air r…

The Kiss

It’s a hot still day in late spring. The long cool fog grass tugs at me, tempting my indolent soul to sit amongst the cats’ tails, which st…

City of Sadness

Lingering mist, clinging on mountain peaks, mingles with the rising smog to haze the lazy autumn sun. Chinese karaoke music from the 50s an…

Spotlighting

There’s a famous Flynn family photo of my brothers, sisters and cousins all under 13 and each armed with a rifle of some description. It’s …

Kipling’s Bet

If people stop and ask you do you know the way, / I suggest you tell them what Kipling had to say, / But don’t wax too lyrically or they’…

I Am a Lemon

I am a lemon, / I am a plum, / I am a flower, / In the sun, / I am a clock, / Tick Toc Tick Toc, / I am a frog, / On a log, / I am an eagle…

Eleanor

Broken hearts lie bleedin’ / Thumpin’ on the floor, / Grown men whisper secrets, / Cryin’ and forlorn, / There ain’t no reason for it, / Ju…

Stone the Crows and Magpies, too.

The frozen grass glistens like the floor of a crystal palace; cracked hither and nether by the hoof prints of early morning activity. Steam…

Memoirs of My Memories of Weird Shit I Can Rememb…

Let me start at the beginning. We connect on the cell phone. I’ll ride across town on my bicycle; we’ll hook up at your place. / So I put o…

Shearing

It’s a scorcher and if the mercury rises above 113 in the shed we’ll flick ‘er. I’ll be rouse-a-boutin’, pick…

My Father Told Me There Would Be Days Like This

Picture this / A motorbike on a mountain road, / A rider with arms around his mid drift, / A chin snuggled into the space between, / Cheek …

The Cell

A cloud must have departed and, / A chink of light cuts a single panel / Through the darkness / Of my cell, / It falls and burns white on t…

She Preened

I saw a kitten get on the train tonight and she preened. She didn’t acknowledge me in my hide—as elaborate as it was. Staged disinterest. S…
Totally and Utterly Immolated by Digby

Gone, Gone, Gone

When I die, / I want a blank slate, / Nothing more, / Nothing at all, / Just blankness, / In conceivable nothingness, / Gone, gone, gone, /…

Nevertheless

On a barren landscape, / On a country road, / The distant horizon / Shimmers with the heat of the day, / You think it will be unbearable, …
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