Redundant

They’re saying we’ve reached peak beard. I don’t know how to tell the irises. Let alone how to shave them.

Corner reflections

Wrapped in the winged arms of my Papa’s chair. Solid eggs. Cooling. The morning gum, and its refracted light, hold … More

One moment, the brain and body drifting gently in that soft connection-disconnection of the noon-time dishes. The next, cellular grief, … More

Surrender of sleep [to the never-never, keeping company with the starlight hours]. Surrender of soul [to the every expanding universe, … More

The masters of bygone devotions have nothing on the suburban spectacular of the Jacaranda Cathedral. As the summer begins, straightened … More

The storm has strewn foam moats on the beach, casting strange new cartographies on an already contested land. Where … More

It’s the placement of the garden fork that undoes me. As I stand, paralysed by the fear of stunting the … More

For a moment, outside of Seymour, I glance up to find myself come to life in Jeffrey Smart’s ‘Container Train … More

Across the road, in a backyard aviary that sits trackside, a suddenly single finch mourns its love lost. Pair bonding … More

It seems from his gait that his brim propels him forward, so broad that it feels almost ungenerous not to … More