Café Confusion (a true story)
We were standing, waiting to be served, at the front counter of a beautiful colonial-style café. The glass shelves beneath the benchtop were filled with …
We were standing, waiting to be served, at the front counter of a beautiful colonial-style café. The glass shelves beneath the benchtop were filled with …
Do you know how manyhalf-drunk glasses of waterwere left out onbenches, tables, desks, chairslast night I had to roam the house likea Victorian match girlcollecting …
Mum went out hours ago. I’m not sure where? She was nervous and excited. She seemed very happy, even though she smashed her car today. She …
I wish I could have told her how much I loved her. I lived with her for sixteen years. She was my everything. I was …
My hands are light as the turmeric falls from my fingers. The chicken turns orange, something thuds upstairs, a magpie screeches near the window. But …
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 …
At the time it was taken I thought it was just another photo of the four of us. Just another photo celebrating a birthday. The …
We are gliding along in our car in mid-Spring, travelling through the green, rolling countryside of rural Victoria. I have my musical choices playing through …
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 …
I gently place my hand on the top of the cool, smooth metal gate and it squeaks a welcome as I step off the footpath …