A Walk Around Trugala Station

‘You may not know this, but every goat in Australia is orientated by nautical terms.’ Walking past a ramshackle gate without fence, the old farmer, known as Noel, placed his boot up on a shin-high post and looked off into the flat of a long-stretching horizon, ‘clerical error I heard, way back in the seventeens … Continue reading A Walk Around Trugala Station →

A Note Left on My Fridge III

Hark!Hark, I wailsome-ly call to the heavens and hells of mighty horsemen bounding toward apocilypta! Hark, I call out so loudly that seraph above become unseated from their cloud and scatter halo, serif marks and dainty wings across the landscape below, falling to the vortex of your abandon. Why must this house of fragility be … Continue reading A Note Left on My Fridge III →

John, why are there Grass Clippings all over the Floor?

A short story about a very odd friend.

A Single Stone

A single stone sat upon the edge of a distant shoreline and contemplated existence. Surrounded by a panoptic wreath of sea and sand, the outward world felt expanding and almost unending: like a single needle placed into a pin-cushion, as if a lone dot was struck upon a canvas; the stone would think of distance … Continue reading A Single Stone →