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, …
Tag: Writing
Paper Airplanes
My words are likePaper airplanes They’re only perfectbeforein that blank, white space I line up the edges soso carefullyI don’t know whythey go a bit …
Takeaway
My coffee isn’t hot enough. This always happens, they see a kid order a coffee and they think if they make it hot, I’ll burn …
Canada, eh??
I have just returned from Canada. Winnipeg and Vancouver. I always thought that Canada would be really similar to Australia. I was right, in some …
Bicycle Secrets
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 …
Back to School
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 …
Soup
I don’t like soup. You can like it if you like. But I don’t. I used to; I loved nothing better than a hot creamy …
Old and Irrelevant
I’m feeling old. I am 66. That is starting to sound old to me. My dad died at 72… that seems close now. My right …
Baked Potatoes
What I love about baked potatoes is that they bend to your will, or, more accurately, your fridge. Whatever random semi-expired leftover ingredients you can …
Lily
The last time he saw her was at his father’s funeral. It took a moment only to notice the vaguely familiar face but it wasn’t …