It wasn’t that long ago, you could smell it, coating the breeze in a fine oil varnish It sat on… Read more Race Day
Tag: poetry
The last day
of summer we spoke, a crack appeared on the wall that spread like a fire up the ceiling where the… Read more The last day
The Better Man…
…would always fold first with a piece of ashphalt sticking out of his left shoulder the right being sacrosanct and… Read more The Better Man…
Editing and Offence to Personal Narrative
The world, as it exists, is made entirely of narratives. The SBS tagline ‘6 billion’ stories and counting may seem… Read more Editing and Offence to Personal Narrative
The Orange Bleed (hayfever strikes)
Left outside the circle Its flaxing hair jutting through the rip in its flanks, drawing a rasping lump of wrinkling,… Read more The Orange Bleed (hayfever strikes)
