Hop Dac
Groups
Hop Dac is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , Complex Simplicity of Art, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Books, Challenge Café, Flash Fiction, Friends of RedBubble, Insects, Bugs and Creepy Crawlies (2 A Day), International Superheroes of Drawing, Illustration and World Domination, Melbourne & Victoria, Painters In Modern Times, Printmakers and Printmaking, Pulp Noir, Realist Traditional Art, RedBubble Nude, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Surrealism *MAX 4 PER DAY*, Twisted Tales and WMG.
Journal Entries
Submissions wanted for flash Fiction anthology!
Posted 30 minutes ago, 1 comment so far.
exhibish@ the owl and pussycat gallery
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
"NUDE" Book Launch @ Readings Bookshop 12/08/09
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.Bodybag - Theatre performance
Posted 6 months ago, 2 comments so far.
"Bodybag" excerpt playing at Short+Sweet 2008, Melbourne
Posted 11 months ago, 8 comments so far.
Theatre: Joe Orton's *The Ruffian on the Stair* The Dog Theatre, Footscray
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
National Young Writers Festival, Newcastle Australia
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Melbourne Book Launch: "10 Years of Things That Didn't Kill Us"
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Handy Links
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
"Blood: an anthology of true family stories"
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writing
The Solar Eclipse
I’m trying to maintain a certain amount of composure. I’ve made a thin line of my mind, which I creep along slowly, like a tightrope walker.
Edges
Where earth is halved, twilight is night and day clasped.
Little Things
Fortune had bestowed upon me susceptibility to dermatological / disease.
Cuisine
Half a dozen men shouting and the turtle restrained with black cord, it’s neck about to be hacked with a machete and the clay of the riverbank that was wet under my feet.
when walls are moving towards their corners
When walls are moving towards their corners, / When floor rises from a thousand fathoms below, / And ceiling is one unblinking eye; / Then mind begins to snow. It drifts about the cupboard nooks, …
in the grass
in the grass / the spider had woven / to fasten as languid arms, / a net, / over the tips, / to cover the movements of / the insects.
