It was late afternoon. The houses, so sprawling and airy they could hardly be considered ?indoors?, spread in a lazy curve around the oval. Football posts peeling scabbed white paint stood in the bleached grass at either end. As I walked across the oval to the schoolhouse, the sun stretched long fingers across the floodplains… Continue reading Strange birds
It?s easy to get lost on country roads at night. After awhile, the red dots and white lines blur together. You talk to yourself, you drive too fast. The only thing between 100km/h and 130km/h is a hair in your mouth. The last time I drove these roads was a month ago, on a warm… Continue reading A storm to blow it out
4 friends1 full tank of petrol3.5 hours234 kilometres53 songs2 rabbits2 possums3 wombats8 kangaroos15 near misses-1 cat $295.002 nights3 days1 mountain28 bands11 chairlift rides8 joints4 bottles of winetoo many G+Ts1 new nickname1 slightly embarrassing fan moment3 packets of Doritos2 excruciating games of Bingo99 really bad jokes1 game of Whot! – the bastard son of Uno6 Moroccan… Continue reading Silks and linens of yesterday’s gowns
When I was eight, my father took me (just me) on a four-wheel-driving trip with his cousins and their friends. Kathleen, my third cousin, and I sat in the back of one dusty, muddy Landcruiser after another as we drove along, used to the bumps and the crackle of the CB radios, colouring in our… Continue reading How does your garden grow?
Every time I fly, I lose my grip on the world a little more. On Monday afternoon, I boarded a flight to Darwin. We took off facing the city before making a sweeping right-hand turn and pointing the nose towards Central Australia. I leaned my head against the window as we turned and searched for… Continue reading Be unmade
When I was a kid, in primary school and up until about mid-way through high school, it was a habit of ours to spend about a week of the Easter holidays at my maternal grandmother’s house. We’d pile into the troopie with Mum (Dad rarely came due to shift work in the fire brigade) and… Continue reading In between ‘house’ and ‘home’