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“What happened to your knee?” asked Rush.
“I fell out of a helicopter.”
“Really?” Continue reading

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“What happened to your knee?” asked Rush.
“I fell out of a helicopter.”
“Really?” Continue reading

3.
“Do you want to come in the ambulance with your partner?”
“Fuck no! He’s not my partner. He’s my housemate.” Continue reading

2.
“It’s hopeless!” he said, and when he lifted his face, he was crying.
“What’s hopeless?” I asked.
“I feel so empty!” he said. “I just want it all to end!” Continue reading

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“Hi mate, what’s up?” I said as I answered my mobile, tracing a finger along the fresh dust that sat upon the dashboard.
“You know exactly what’s going on,” Minh hissed down the line.
He was correct; I knew exactly what was wrong. And he couldn’t have chosen a worse day for it. Continue reading

Lisa Ann has hips like a cello. She’s the same colour, too. Continue reading

I have had a short story published in this edition of The Review of Australian Fiction.
Please feel free to buy a copy if you feel so moved.
http://reviewofaustralianfiction.com/issues/volume-16-issue-3/
The sun was beating down on a mid-week afternoon when Pat alighted the tram at the corner of Fitzroy Street and Canterbury Road. Things in St Kilda had changed considerably in the years he had been away. Continue reading
I read Kafka’s The Trial earlier in the year, and it was a boring read that paid off in a big way by the end. Continue reading
Things I Don’t Want To Know by Deborah Levy does not, judging from the blurb on the back, sound like the sort of book I’d like to read.
‘…it is feminist and political while being an inspiring act of writing.’
Whenever a book is ‘feminist and political’, it’s like being hit over the head with a length of dowel; irritating and painful, but not hard enough to knock you out – or into unconsciousness so you don’t have to listen anymore. Continue reading
Greetings Dear Reader,
As you may have noticed, I have undergone a prolonged absence. It has not been because I have been doing other things; rather, an extraordinary occurrence overtook me a month ago and completely sapped me of the desire to write. It wasn’t negative, but so profound I haven’t been able to do much other than go to work. Nothing painful; just dazzling. I may write about it at a later stage.
I am getting back on the horse and starting to produce some essays and the like. In the meantime, I thought I’d post this chapter from the novel I’ve been working on for the last nine months. I’ll have it finished soon and will publish more of it accordingly. I thought to post this today because I went to the gym and engaged in one of my absolute favorite activities; squatting with a barbell across my back. Perhaps you share my enthusiasm. Otherwise, perhaps this piece will give you a doorway into it.
Enjoy. Continue reading