Category: writing

  • smoke

    There is a pall of rather apocalyptic-smelling smoke over the house today. The school across the street is burning off and little packets of ash keep landing on my shoulders like dandruff. Like many things from my childhood which have been banned everywhere else, the burning of rubbish still happens in country SA. I was…

  • May-June fiction podcast: The World Muscles In, part 2

    “I’m going to be sawn in half…” Into three parts actually. Here is part 2 of The World Muscles In: [display_podcast] Thanks for listening/sharing. I should have part 3 up late next week. go to part one go to part three

  • a name by any other rose

    Back in South Australia, and the rhythm of the countryside takes over. Chopping firewood and plugging draughts. Protecting the young garden from frost, pruning the fruit trees. Farmers talking about the last days of wheat seeding, anxiously watching the sky. Early nights and plenty of baking. A black-shouldered kite hovers over the paddock next door,…