Australian short story writer. Likes to experiment and write across a range of genres. Sometimes dips a toe into the non-fiction and essay writing pool or writes the odd bit of microlit.
I heard the drone before I saw it. A loud beat of wings like an angry dragonfly and then an insistent mechanical voice demanding I come outside to sign for a package. I’d been getting communications about it all day. No indication of who it was from—just a message to say it was coming to my address and I should be ready.
The Silence of the Dingo
The first dog I remember bonding with was my Grandparent’s dog Rusty. Some of my earliest and fondest memories are of sitting happily outside in the dirt while he leaned against me—my arm thrust across his sun warmed body. He had a capacity for stillness that is unusual in most dogs, and we’d sit for long periods together in silent contemplation.
The Right Script
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But in less than two minutes I was about to find out. Unfortunately for my eardrums, it’s very possible to hear someone shrieking in the air lock of a cargo bay in the seconds before you’re about to be blasted off into starry blackness.
- Top Story - August 2022
Oprah ain't never gonna come clean your closetTop Story - August 2022
When I watched Oprah as I was growing up, there was one thing I wanted more than anything else. I wasn’t interested in the days when she said ‘you get a car,’ and ‘you get a car’, or told the entire audience they were off on a cruise or to Sydney, Australia, or somewhere else. Sure, those things would have been nice but I knew fundamentally they weren’t going to fix my problem. Once I got back from my holiday, once I’d finished driving my car, I’d still be left with the same issue I’d always had – what to do about the mess and clutter that threatened to overtake my life. (Plus, I’d probably have a whole lot of holiday memorabilia to deal with and because of the amount of stuff we had the car mightn’t fit into the garage anyway.)