prose | MY TROUBLED MIND

Grip the lamppost side on, fit to rip it from the granite and begin spinning like a Jō staff. Bleached …

There’s the somewhat dilapidated apartments, greyspeckle aggregate, each with a car a quarter century old sat outside proud as a …

What I remember is the cockroaches and how no one ever told me they could fly. I was trying to …

At that moment in the long grass, or weeds, or whatever they were – but long, long, two feet at …

I know what you’re thinking. Poetry? What a goddamn snoozefest. You’re not wrong, but you’re in the right place . …

Railway station in a country town, flagstones wide, dark and wet with rain. Cast iron bolts suffocated by thick beige …

two fellas, one shorter, looks worriedly over shoulder, kept dry under union jack umbrella held by taller mate. Step tip …

I unloaded our little camping stove, which was dented and covered in spatterings of dried tomato sauce and dust, and banged …

As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …

Excuse me, would you accept this? The card is attached to a thick brown arm cut with a heavy silver …

I fumble for the USB jack, and for the keys. Everything is washed in cool light. Immediately my mug is …

mmn Maccas? 8.41 Sunday morning, Southern Australia. Inside it is hot and dark. The sun here is like an aggressive …

He stood in the middle of the street. The street was wide enough for five or six horses, the dirt …

-Did you get up to anything on your day off? My boss asks, eyebrows slightly raised eyes slightly glazed, not …

He walked past a lot of windows. This one made him stop, for a moment, and stare thoughtfully at his …

She felt like she was mourning over something, but she didn’t know what. She was gripped by a terrible nostalgia …

I got nothing to get up for in the morning, so I get up in the afternoon boom bow, there’s …

I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe the cheek- I know. I know. I know. Sarah, you won’t believe …

Some said he reigned from somewhere in the South Pacific, though none knew definitely, as he never spoke. His only …

High tide lapped six inches shy of the short pier that often docked boats (fishermen’s barnacled boats bringing mussels and …