I live on the very edge of the hem of Melbourne’s hilly outskirts where I write essays, short stories and political commentary.
Like Rachel Carson, I think living with a sense of awe is a radical act. It’s hard in the end-of-capitalism fire sale but still it seeps in sideways.
Here’s stuff I’ve written, from online and in print:
~ Fiction ~
Short fiction – snail sex, wedding rituals and a naughty mother of the bride.
A short story in Southerly 76.1, Words and Music. An economic fantasy about a financial advisor going poetic before going Robin Hood.
In issue 7 of the sadly defunct Tincture Journal, a dystopia/utopia all in one. The world has shut down and the Colours have come.
~ Essays ~
The media in Australia, led by the ABC, has been neoliberally woeful in its understanding of Julian Assange’s case. It’s not good enough.
A rumination for the peeps at Flood Media in Brisbane around the broadcast sponsors for the rich sport of tennis at the Australian Open.
Bernie Sanders continues on in his quest for nomination, despite shadowy caucus apps and an establishment pointedly against him.
On the Whatever That Might Be, and some public toilet Rumi graffiti.
It’s unsurprising Scott Morrison reaponded to the bushfires the way he did. It’s hard to care when you believe the earth and most of its inhabitants are hellbound.
News of Australia’s plan to visit the moon has somewhat annoyed the natural satellite’s only resident (or is he the only resident?). Writing satire is good for the sanity 🙂
The questionable morality of my mismanagement of my pennies is nothing in comparison to the banks’ thievery.
The Yellow Vests through a yellow-filtered lens.
The latest scientific study on the politicians for who GAGHAG disease is generally fatal.
A meditation on speaking words as they sound, rather than how they’re written.
I wrote this after being mindboggled by the complete lack of critical responses to an ad on a buy-and-sell Facebook page which was effectively looking for a full-time worker for ZERO PAY.
On the disgusting ideology that sees our government continuing its targeting of people on welfare.
An essay pondering the karmic balance between rescuing a wounded kitten and poisoning some pesky mice.
A riff on the US political spectrum, where what was once left is now centre and what was once right has fallen clean off the edge, and about the commonalities we still share despite being sort of arseholes.
An essay in the inaugural issue in which I weave my way through music, physics and the problem of my concrete dancing feet.
A Medium self-publish where I explore the world of work and our ideas and morality around it, and consider the common-seeming and unvisionary notion that a universal basic income would just make people check out from responsibility.
In which I insert myself to an unseemly degree into an exhibition review. But hey, I figure that seeing I’ll probably earn 10 bucks tops for this review, I will push whatever self-indulgent boundaries I fucking well please.
I pen a reply to a Liberal Party early election campaign email.
Q&A is an Australian panel show. I wonder if questions were given sufficient debating time, would we be willing to listen to those with opposing views?
In the heady days when Bernie Sanders was a thing, I dip my toe into trying to understand what the hell the Iowa Caucus is. I also wonder – does it ultimately really matter in an oligarchy who fills the White House’s big chair?
Waxing poetic about how living lonely in the virtual world.
Snide faux-empathetic letter to a big-four bank.