The Kookaburra’s Garden
It was a quiet day in the garden. The wind had dropped and there was a silence that was almost deafening. The soil was void …
Tag: Writing
Interview with a Dead Man
There were seven of us at the séance: the medium and six visitors. Between the six of us there was everything from a hardened sceptic …
Love of My Life
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 …
Here Is My Ocean
A seat, a puddle of sunlightNot much, just a small circle of light that bounds meAnd a viewA view of the world outsideAs I riffle …
Queensland State Library
Everyone who knows me knows that The State Library in Melbourne is my happy place. Where I went when I ditched school, and where I …
Carly
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 …
Low Tide
His hands crease around his empty coffee mug like old leather. Paint peppers his fingers, flaking off under the flex of his grip. Brown tide …
Short Horror #2
The neighbourhood is quiet. It’s Saturday afternoon, and the big game is on. Everyone is inside, watching. I walk the streets with my dog, Aussie. …
Resolution
This year,I will Set aside time tostare out the windowand wonder why my headis full of nothing Open my heart to all inspirationand waitwith widespread …
This Could Only Happen To Me
I always get lost. I planned to spend the day in Chartres. Leaving early and giving myself lots of time I grabbed my pre-paid tickets, …