i zoí eínai ómorfi

(Life is Beautiful) Do you remember when we would stand upon the roof in the heat of summer and talk of nonsense plans that we would one day unravel upon the city below? Grand ideas of business and thievery that would drown us in money and give our grandchildren riches that they could never deserve.An … Continue reading i zoí eínai ómorfi →

How do you like your tea

‘How do you like your tea?’A voice to my right wrung hollow within the otherwise solemn emptiness of the museum corridor.Neutral white walls washed into a wooden floor of dull grey, interlinking itself within jigsaw pattern and shifting focus to the abstract of colour and artistry adorning the art wing’s vaulted walls. Each neat rectangle … Continue reading How do you like your tea →

Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key

Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key. A hinge screams as the door is pushed open–whoops, I wanted to be quiet, too late now. Creeping inside I close the door and kick off my shoes, the facade of silence is removed but I continue moving lightly for nothing but my own sense … Continue reading Six flights of stairs and a turn of a key →

Waiting room

A room.I often find myself in things like rooms. Rat-run mazes of brick and mortar that deaden traffic’s hiss and seem to grip to the earth like a terrified fist, raging against time, raging against the eventual rubble that it will one day become. A concrete burden of brutalist architecture, so unapologetically hewn from simplicity that … Continue reading Waiting room →

To Manufacture a Planet

Simple really, the needs of existence grow more complex as time progresses onward.Think of a newborn baby, a human that is incapable of surviving without assistance. But, unlike their adult contemporaries, this child’s needs can be met moderately easily. We age, we learn, and within reason we gain reason.This is where things begin to get … Continue reading To Manufacture a Planet →

My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot

I must say, and I really must for this is my own internal monologue, that the afternoons were certainly beginning to get cold.Not cold as in quiet days of shivered toes jumping under the doona with a good crime novel, but the kind of cold that snaps grass into frost and adds a weight to … Continue reading My House That Whistles Merry as a Teapot →

Why waste words?

During his last speech Basil had hoped to remind the public that despite the dangers of these uncertain times it was important to continue to think of others and most of all remain calm, but, despite his best intentions, all Basil managed was to cause a localised outbreak of hysteria. Mentioning the word calm roughly 34 times … Continue reading Why waste words? →

The Nebulous They and Thoughts on the Ibis

To those who are concerned. They’d cut the water off. I’ve never met whoever a them really is, the collective that assembled to maintain civilisation, fueled by paperwork and a perpetual need to do something for eight hours a day. I’m sure that they all have names, they often do: Mack; Alice; Jebson; Tim, anything is possible. … Continue reading The Nebulous They and Thoughts on the Ibis →

To Fix Somthing

“Please fix” said a note left taped to a gauge.Broken, but not the literal sense. Ten minutes into dead run the primary transformer blew and pissed oil into the sump well.Tired eyes, once so close to sleep, became glazed with the already half-expected prospect of another double-shift fixing transformer no.2. The windings needed a return, honestly … Continue reading To Fix Somthing →

Bit Of A Drop

The view was nice. Below, in the thoughtless spread of a town planner drunk of both power and rum, the first rays of morning sunlight were trickling across another typical Sydney Sunday.Slander regarding Sir Ralph Darling and the Sydney CBD left for another day; the wisps of clouds that patted against Norman began to … Continue reading Bit Of A Drop →