If you have an open wound you are susceptible to all manner of unpleasant things; infection, disease and loss of blood, the life force. It is imperative to have your wound cleaned out, stitched up and healed over. Perhaps you’llRead more…
Shoreline
On her forehead are the infinite constellations of her freckles. Time dissolves in the mapping of their shapes. He traces their outlines with callused fingers, his bright eyes wandering lost across the surface of her skin. A winter wind whipsRead more…
We can’t afford origami paper
I told a friend recently that my mother had always encouraged me to be creative. She bought me a gouache set in Paris, put me in ceramic classes and exposed me to a broad range of crafts. For a longRead more…
Letting go of the in-between
As a small child I remember an adult once telling me with a distinct tone of self-suffering that, whilst for them life passed by in a blur of appointments and responsibilities, life for a child stretched out into the dimRead more…
Finding femme
I first kissed a woman when I was 19. We were drunk on the “Moonlight Bus”, an old white double-decker that offered pub-visits to the worst places in Canberra. She was a friendly acquaintance. I seem to recall convincing herRead more…