grip ‘n’ rip
Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached …
Prose Fiction
out after toast and back after dark
There’s the somewhat dilapidated apartments, greyspeckle aggregate, each with a car a quarter century old sat outside proud as a …
To which I said nothing.
What I remember is the cockroaches and how no one ever told me they could fly. I was trying to …
Hayfever Sketch
At that moment in the long grass, or weeds, or whatever they were – but long, long, two feet at …
Railway sketch
Railway station in a country town, flagstones wide, dark and wet with rain. Cast iron bolts suffocated by thick beige …
Bar sketch
two fellas, one shorter, looks worriedly over shoulder, kept dry under union jack umbrella held by taller mate. Step tip …
1st draft extract #1
I unloaded our little camping stove, which was dented and covered in spatterings of dried tomato sauce and dust, and banged …
Old Dog Love
Excuse me, would you accept this? The card is attached to a thick brown arm cut with a heavy silver …
As Is
I fumble for the USB jack, and for the keys. Everything is washed in cool light. Immediately my mug is …
Fat and Thin Sketch
‘116 one flat white?’ industrious worker bee must be fifteen tops, this kid’s going places, I think to myself, slurping …
Portrait of a Teepee
mmn Maccas? 8.41 Sunday morning, Southern Australia. Inside it is hot and dark. The sun here is like an aggressive …
Cowboy
He stood in the middle of the street. The street was wide enough for five or six horses, the dirt …
Day Off
-Did you get up to anything on your day off? My boss asks, eyebrows slightly raised eyes slightly glazed, not …
Bystander
He walked past a lot of windows. This one made him stop, for a moment, and stare thoughtfully at his …
Consider
I sit in the same room with rabbit hay strewn round – ale in hand. Shit – many years, n …
Void [extract]
She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …
Job Seeker’s Trousers
I got nothing to get up for in the morning, so I get up in the afternoon boom bow, there’s …
Diary of a Biscuit Kid
Dear Diary, I’m a biscuit kid. My mum smokes and constantly cooks roast dinners with poor quality meat. She has …
MY TROUBLED MIND 