Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters
Aussie, Queer & Country
LGBT themed fiction with an Aussie flavour, reviews, observations and real life LGBT histories.
Book review: Holden Sheppard’s THE BRINK
Having read and reviewed Holden Sheppard’s debut novel INVISIBLE BOYS last year, I was truly excited when I heard that his second novel, THE BRINK, would soon be released. Just as soon as I saw it was available I placed an order and within a few days I had a copy in my hands. And as an added bonus, my copy had also been signed by the author!
Book Review: Shannon Molloy’s FOURTEEN
If you have been following my pages you will have probably noticed that there are a few subjects that I have a keen interest in; two of which are Australian books which feature LGBTQI themes or characters, along with real life LGBTQI histories of people who grew up gay in rural Australia, just like I did.
Into The Night
He knows that sound. He is sure of it. But what IS IT? Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. Waking from his stupor, wondering why his head was filled with strange noises and a throbbing that rattled him to his bones, while his mouth was as dry as the Simpson Desert and the world seemed to be spinning, it finally dawned on him. It was a train.
When Australian TV led the world in going Gay!
Back when I was a boy one of my father's favourite sayings was; "Back when I was a boy!" Then he would launch into some lengthy story, the gist of which would be how life/things/people were all so much better back then, or far less complicated, or just simpler. I'm sure most of you can relate to this.
The Sword of Erasmus
'There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They only came down from their mountainous worlds when dark times fell upon their lands and food became scarce,' the knight said to the group of children gathered at his feet. They were listening in awe to the stories he told of great battles and grand and dangerous adventures, hanging on every word.
The Guilt Trip
Most of us have secrets; things from our past which might shame us, or scare us, or possibly even haunt us. We try our best to hide them, to forget them, or ignore them, but they are always there, just waiting for precisely the right moment to rear their ugly heads and return to our consciousness.