Adelaide Stories #7. Gig

Beyond the open door, the kids bound up full of hugs and toothy grins. It is sometime after eight and Continue reading →

Adelaide Stories #2. Bad Faith

It’s 12 am on Grenfell Street outside the Crown and Anchor and a man with beard is trying to convince Continue reading →

the girl crying at gate 15

there is a girl crying at gate 15 I’m trying not to look I wonder what she types so fervently Continue reading →

The man who was only half there

the man who was only half there designed film on American time he had a dog I think I know Continue reading →

Strangest of towns: Venice

I approach Venice in darkness. A long, low boat. Blackness in the open water. It takes forty minutes to find Continue reading →