From the point-of-view of the Step-Mother (i) It begins in a red-lit pub glazed with cigarette-smoke. He sits alone, eyes hung brown thick with the gravy of old love. The froth on his beer is drying a watery ring hugs the bottom of his glass. He does not tell me of his daughter her beauty … Continue reading Snowite (Parts i-iii)
You wake at night to sparks like blue and yellow bullets whizzing by the glass and a familiar electronic hum. On investigation you find him busy in the black mask and you cover your face until a pause gives him space to see you, the question in your eyes "I'm welding moon beams to make … Continue reading Ramp Among the Stars
It's Wednesday night and in homes across the catchment children are asked to "keep it down" while one parent finds a hidey hole which pretends to be an office for another COVID19 P&C meeting on time, on track and on budget on Skype The topic is the school fete beset by 1.5 metre problems and … Continue reading P&C Revolution
Fenny Fawcett ran a factory printing fiction and fantasy but while enjoying fanciful fiction, she also liked her facts, you see. ** Fiction claimed as fact, she could only view as fallacy and she fought this fact confection with significant potency. ** Fenny started fracking for fiction in our history and finally formed a faction … Continue reading Fenny’s Fact Story
Ladies & Gentleman, Tonight I am here to speak with you about Lazy Luck. Some people simply snorter along through life: getting this job, winning that prize, getting a book published… they have no glue about how lucky they are. It’s lazy, that’s true, but in a strange way it’s not their fault. In fact, … Continue reading Malapop!
An angled column of sun selects the courtyard as its resting place, quivering in among a dapple of leaves and students and lushing out the thick green lawn. She stands right in the centre, separate and anointed, her hair fairly aflame with light, her green shirt matching the grass, still and upright. He calls her … Continue reading The Reunion
An outback station - leather-coloured hills wigged over with scrub and bush where in summer just above the ground vision wavers - that violent collision of the sun's power faced with its own reflection. Far-seeing eyes look to the sky finding relief in colours blue or weather's break or just the pretty pattern of some … Continue reading A Story
(Hunting for some documents today, I came across some writing from my Uni days. Thought I'd post this little story since my brain seems a bit dry of fodder right now.) "Are you nervous, Pippa?" Grandpa Benjie stowed the picnic basket on the back seat, shut the door and climbed in beside her. "No. Grandpa, … Continue reading Are you nervous?
If it were me who bit that chunk out of the moon, would I glow from the inside like a firefly? ** From the inside like a firefly who bit that chunk out of the moon. Would I glow if it were me? ** Who bit that chunk out of the moon? Would I glow … Continue reading The Firefly
It's a nosebag.Excuse me?It's a digital nosebag.What are you talking about?News feed. Google feed. Facebook feed... that thing you're holding is a modern nosebag.I believe normal people call it a device or a phone.Well some people call a spade a blooming shovel. What difference does it make? It's a nosebag.You are so annoying. Can you … Continue reading On the bus…
