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 →

Ghost II

‘I refuse to be worn as a codpiece again’ barked the talking skull, as it was picked up and inspected by Blake, a first time ghost and up until very recently fully alive farmhand.‘Oi, put me down or I’ll have one of your thumbs,’ snapped the skull in hopeful chomps, ‘I was happy on that … Continue reading Ghost II →