This One Time I Could’ve Been Killed
This one time, many years ago, when I was an inner city hipster, my partner Dan and I are out having a drink and a …
Mouth
The baby stared, as babies do. A look of disbelief in its shiny dark eyes. A look that verged on outrage and those eyes were …
All Writing Is Shit
Yes I’m serious. It sucks. You. Your writing. The person standing right there, trembling, clutching your pages and swearing to yourself that you’ll never let …
Anxiety
Me: Right, time to go shopping. Also Me: No. What? I said no. Not yet. But…. No. Okay, why? Just, not yet. I’m not ready. …
Strange Days
Nobody told me there’d be days like these. Strange days, indeed. John Lennon I am lying on the floor. Staring out of the window at the …
Silverleaf Cottage
Went for the Hot Springs, will return for the cottage After yet another long, wretched stint in lockdown, Husband man and I were in great …
The Biggest Thank You to Big Esso
I discovered Nornie Bero through an online cooking course I attended in lockdown through the Stephanie Alexander Kitchen Garden Program. Nornie taught us to make …
Welcome to Venice
Just the other day, I woke up dreaming of Venice. To be truthful, that place of wonder had been on my mind already for a …
lampshade
Noosa. Sitting outside by ajacaranda tree.I tip my glass, hopefully, searching forthe last golden droplet to savour. A smile falls on my face.The sun’s warmth …
Nanna, Fanta and Withering Looks
“Oh dear, I think we might be lost,” says Nanna. Poppy wakes from her daydeam and turns sharply to her grandmother. The faint ghost of …