A Girl, A Lion and a Sailor’s Hornpipe
“Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?” To say I’m surprised to find a lion in my usual hook up place is underestimating …
“Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?” To say I’m surprised to find a lion in my usual hook up place is underestimating …
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the …
Carly is barely noticeable in a crowd. She’s of average height, has average shoulder-length brown hair. Her clothes do not induce anyone to comment on …
My hair is still standing on end, like a bad beehive that’s half fallen down. Trying to smile for the photo, it just looks like …
“What are those phallic looking ones there?” My friend Kathryn asks. “They’re Echiums, the bees love them. Echium cobalt towers I’d say. I’ve got some …
I saw my bike today. A homeless man with steel wool for hair was wheeling it along the footpath in Boronia Square. I loved that …
My mother was six foot one. When she was nineteen she had fall from her horse and suffered terrible spinal injuries. After two years of …
The boy’s orange shorts stand out against the azure skyHe has one foot on his skateboardas it balances on the lip of the bowlI crouch …
Baker sits alone in a filthy bedsit, in the gritty, down and out area by the docks. His clothes look and smell like they haven’t …
The Florida morning is warm and the sea is calm. Just like every day since Harry and I arrived at Key West. Walking onto the …