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Pat was sitting at a footpath table out front of a small café in Flinders Lane. He had his duffel coat buttoned tight around his scarf and the Monday newspaper spread part-way across his lap and the rest of the way over the table. He took a sip of his coffee, watching the ascending plume of steam as it rose toward the sky. 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/
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“I don’t think there’s anything particularly wrong with you,” she said, with a squint and a definitive tilt of her head. She sipped her drink and said, “You’re just a little bit shy. That, and a little bit weird.” Continue reading
Fortunate enough to be quoted in The Age Newspaper today on the subject of Ronda Rousey and UFC 193.
You posted a very interesting article about Jason Everman, a former guitar player for both Nirvana and Soundgarden who, after his tenure concluded with both those bands, joined the special-forces and served in a number of theatres of war. He described war as being a ‘theatre of schooling for the heart.’ What do you think about that? Continue reading
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Working in places like this was a kind of cyclical affair for Pat. He had felt a great deal of anxiety over the course of his life, and the booze had always done a great job of counteracting it. Continue reading
How did you end up on Small Stone? Did signing with them change things for you? Continue reading
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He threw a straight right at the head of another man, catching him high up in the temple. Continue reading
Fuck dude, that’s intense! The mother of your children stabbed you?
Yeppers… crazy days. And all of Cleveland knew it. Continue reading
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On a trip back from the bathroom, Pat had stuck his head outside the front door and the cold wind coming in off the bay licked across his face like the tail of a wet towel. Continue reading
