Strange birds

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

Silks and linens of yesterday’s gowns

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

Be unmade

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

In between ‘house’ and ‘home’

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’