Is April cruel if it draws from earth, however hard, whatever aching thaw, with however contracted labour, some stirring? How old were you? How young? Not yet unwombed Crueller, the long past, the waste the words left Cruel is the month after and a hemisphere after and a century after…
The cafe table was unconsciously set. My laptop, coffee, a tin caddy—I think an ikea design—holding napkins, cutlery, sugar packets. Each thing was placed by a different hand, was placed to serve a separate purpose, each of which are only coordinated at the level of life-projects, aesthetics, culture.…
A dog barks in the early morning, while lying in the mind-racing moment when dreaming and day have not fully resolved into one or the other, when the body is cocooned and yet porous, with the intimate smell of under-washed sheets and shared warmth of two bodies. The sound is…
On the 6th October 1810 the last Autocrat of Sydney, having lived 9 months in the town, found himself fidgety with feeling over the state of street names. Consequently, a notice appeared in the Sydney Gazette making known the will of Governor Lachlan Macquarie. His Excellency the governor, being extremely…
In those days of our tale, there were still some people who had both elves and heroes of the North for ancestors and Elrond, the master of the house, was their chief. He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf lord, as strong as a warrior,…
Wine was made from water Gallons, litres, what measurement Counts miracle wine? Taste it! Swirl and catch the light Swish it around your mouth Suck in air, breath through its quality Drink deep his glory, The Uncountable Word Alpha and Omega Was and With Of God Lamb for Sin life…
For Evie, when she holds my hand. Arriving, we expand from the car. And I wait while you collect your stuff, the unfathomable bits of personified fluff that you have trapped in your orbit: Soft toys; knitted ropes; lipper; crumpled notes. The accretion disk of your formation. I, your natural…
For Nat. 11 Years. I. Walk the trail ahead of me into the wild country at the southern end of Namadgi. An unprepossessing trail head — the first sign of beauty is the alpine swamp — but the light of the late mid-winter afternoon is already turning the moments golden. The snow…