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I am squished between the boys on the seat, our thighs like fat sausages sticking together in the packet. The old girl chugs through the gears, following her own headlights along the dirt path with t...
A little while ago a guy in the record shop in Bellingen introduced me to this lady during a lengthy yarn about folk music. Since then I have found myself caught up in the kind of whirlwind love affa...
I drink in a booth by myself only looking up from the ice in my drink to see a guy squeeze into the seat opposite me. He is tall and very handsome but not in the conventional sense; he is a few milli...
It’s a big old ugly brick building with large windows that are tinted brown and I can only imagine the stench of the carpet as I sit outside and wait for the doors to open. Across from me are a few o...
Oh bonny boy, you’ve done it again.
If you look closely you can always find the path that leads you to where you are. The string of instances that have brought you to this exact moment, experiences that have formed the little specks of...
One sweltering afternoon during the warmer months I herded 300 and something cows up to the shed in my bra. In hindsight it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, I’m sure the locals find it stran...
I used to dream of living in a city like this. The terraced houses with their patterned railings, quaint little porches with bicycles parked against the walls, thyme and parsley and basil dying in po...
God I miss the 90’s.
Dan Eldon (hero)
The alarm tone is condescending. I am snatched from sleep at the time of night you are in it the deepest and I want to fight it, I want to seep back into the safeness of dreaming, curl back under the...
The think the more I write the more self absorbed I become. Sylvia Plath was a bitch too.
His lounge room is filled with shrapnel. Boy shrapnel. How is it they can they live like this, with cans and makeshift ashtrays and pizza boxes and unmade beds. I walk in and grimace at the sight and...
I turn to face the voice. There, bending over, she looks exactly the way she sounds: rough, weathered. She picks up the pieces of torn plastic off the ground, feet apart, knees bent, arse in the air,...
This song makes my masochistic little heart flutter.
Today a thick fog covers the paddocks when I wake. It clears in its own time, from the bottom up, unveiling damp paddocks of uncut grass, cows grazing lazily with their tails swinging. They do this w...
I’ve never gotten so drunk I’ve needed carrying home. I’ve never had to have someone hold my hair up as I’ve spewed or had to have a cab ordered for me as I’m propped on someone’s shoulder, drooling ...
You are eating dinner and you are oh so removed, disarming. You let your hair fall over your face as he hangs onto your every word and you catch him staring, pupils dark and familiar. You tell him of...
Their debut album I Want That You Are Always Happy out April 8. Any self respecting Australian will be making a swift purchase.
I saw a stillborn calf being born the other day, being pulled out from its mother and onto the concrete with the most god awful thud. The cow turned straight to the ground and bowed her neck to nurtu...
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