Night Walk

It was night. It could have been any time of day really but as the shyness of the moon hung over the two smokestacks upon the edge of town, now ceased in their billowing rumble, it could only have been night.A small patch of a walkway circled its way up the hill close to my … Continue reading Night Walk →

Breakfast for the Empty Pantry

I stood underneath the yellowed glow of the oven light that radiated from the central well of my kitchen cabinetry, a door left ajar and its inside housing the only light globe in my kitchen that hadn’t burnt out.Plight, it seemed, was to be my enviable decor. A stark kitchen, devoid of both plate and … Continue reading Breakfast for the Empty Pantry →

Balendup lawn dredging services

Yep, I remember back when this was all fields. Well, it’s still a field now but a few years back it was more field-ish, you know what I mean? The grass was greener back then, it had a certain windsweptedness about it that a better word would probably sum up really well. I don’t know, I’m … Continue reading Balendup lawn dredging services →

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 →

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 →