Last Thursday the world ended. The kids and I were at Maccas.Read More
I am falling, slowly falling, into stars. Spiralling into a tide of darkness sprinkled in light. The swell catches and envelops me. My head is tossed with foam. The water cradles my face, strokes my hair, and still I fall.Read More
Here comes the Armaguard truck . It comes every Tuesday with change for the tills, but it also carries a more precious cargo – the sweaty-fingered thrill of a secret love. Me and Matt sit on milk crates in the loading dock. I unwrap my sandwich: peanut butter. Matt’s eating salami today.Read More
The creature never introduced itself.
It walked through the front door one evening, sat down in the lounge room and started laying out its things. We were all too polite to ask its name, or where it was from, or why, indeed, it had visited us. So, we just... never spoke about it.Read More
I realised today that I miss you. It has been so very long, and I was cruel. I dropped you like a hot potato when something better came along; I get that now. Well that something better was an illusion, a brief distraction as it turns out. It certainly was not fulfilling.Read More
The one thing I have not been able to talk about is how we ate dinner the night she told me it was over. After we’d gone through the worst of it, somehow she managed to cook us porterhouse steak.Read More
James only had half an hour before he could finally clock off for the night. His girlfriend was waiting for him; he’d probably get laid tonight. He smiled. At that moment a man walked in, his brow creased, a tattoo laced down his arm, ending at the knuckle of his index finger, which circled the trigger of a gun.Read More
1. There is a worm in my kale.
1.1. It is reasonably big, predominantly white – curled, as though writhing in pain.
1.1.1. Do worms even feel pain?
1.1.2. I mean: do they really?Read More
I dreamt my lover introduced me to his four sons. One for each season, I thought.
The youngest was magnificent.
‘His mother was a tiger.’Read More
Jack’s surname was Shit. That’s right, Jack Shit. It was a silly name. He had thought many times of changing it.Read More
Notes for a story: Gay couple on holiday decide to instigate a threesome.Read More
I ease the door open. The weak light from the corridor reveals the interior, filthy tiles and limbs. My heart is thumping in protest, my head feels like it's a dying star about to collapse in on itself. I look down briefly at my mostly naked body; the advertatts give off a sickly incandescence.Read More
In the morning I go to Greensborough Plaza and there’s a kid coming up the escalator opposite mine, all alone, crying for his mum; I turn and walk back against the pull of the machine to get him because I know that he’s me, the child version of me, transported from the past to the present.Read More
The beach is full of men. All naked. Some wear hats, others have covered their noses with pink zinc. The colour complements their cheeks. I remember Gideon's love of cricket and iced Boston Buns with desiccated coconut.Read More
He leans against me and rests his head on my shoulder. I try to imagine that it’s just sticky tree sap smeared across his cheeks and shirt like when we’d swing from the gums out the front of Grandpa’s place. I try to imagine that he’s just a little sauced after a big win.Read More
The moment he asked her to explain what happened on the abandoned golf course, there among the trees by the eighth hole, she knew.Read More
Go, you say, before he gets in the mustard-coloured Nissan and winds the window down.Read More
It started with a scream and ended with a bang.Read More
Sir Henry Augustus Worthington perused the morning paper and uttered the words, ‘Damned cheek.’Read More
You live in a small studio apartment above a fish and chip shop; the smell of oil is your incense. There’s a large red couch that makes the room look smaller than it is. It’s a shit hole but you love the place. You need some help so you consider having a housemate to help with the rent.Read More