Expression
Fast fiction, prose, poetry, illustration
and my heart crumples like a coke can
you died the tuesday after valentine’s day. valentine’s day was on the friday. stephen hawking had motor neurone disease too. his is different to the kind you had. there are four different kinds. yours was diagnosed the day you died. you were already dead.
Encyclopaedia Botanica
The real magic lay in the way the words wove together. There were moments of ravenous joy and molten rage; massive metaphors that snaked out, slippery and sinuous, like great root systems.
Overheard in Eveleigh Lore of a Redfern local
"Welcome to Redfern, we’re proud of our Bearded Tit."
The Long Goodbye Prince Alfred Municipal Pool
"Nothing ever looks emptier than an empty swimming pool."
Crossword Solutions
7 Stages of Parking The shameless hunt to find a space for your car
Finally they finish packing, turn around and pretend to just notice you, sitting there at the wheel, grinning inanely at them. “Oh no, no,” they flap their hand. “I’m not going yet.”
Central Station Blues A photographic poem for those that come and go
I stand on the corner of Eddy Avenue and Elizabeth Street with a camera in hand and watch a man casting his eyes beseechingly heavenward; a schoolboy comforts his weeping girlfriend; a proud Lebanese woman trails her husband as he shouts into his mobile…
The Way a Turtle Knows for Llewyn
Shh. The evening is turning green and the trees are inching closer... they will keep our sleep forested with birds that are fast vanishing from the world.
Omar Musa In Amsterdam
Omar Musa has a wonderful way of coming back at you with one more line, rhyme, vision… an unexpected or extra turn in where he places you.
Blanks’ Generation Kirin J Callinan’s loss of face at Laneway Festival
A group of retired music business executives and representatives of Triple J and 2CH have banded together to form a new organisation, Mute Offensive Records. Its role will be to “regulate unsafe musical practices” across the country.
Growing Up In Bondi poetry
And the milkbars were still standing
and at Valis’s and Raffle’s and Bill’s
you drank thickshakes and played the pinnies...
No One Has Ever Seen God fast fiction
"She would feel God out there in the dark, in the silent streets and gutters, in the drains that directed creeks straight into the harbour, in the dusty curving streets that led down to the grittiness of the railway line and the way out to the west..."
Day Trip fast fiction
Seminyak is a good place to be a dead man. I have a friend here who has died three times because he owed the bank money. You don’t believe me? Sit back and listen.
Bookshop Exchanges poetry
On Saturdays, a man sits outside the chemist, his shaking cup of coins like the sound of crickets...
A Little Piece of Night poetry
I can’t really smell the grass, but it’s winter and it’s night.
BEATEN A Decade of Gay-Hate Crimes
A visual comic based on the investigative journalism of Rick Feneley.
Children Unplug poetry
C’mon now kid just put down the tablet, come out with your head up, check out the sky.