Short Fiction: Church Secrets

When I was nine, I went to my cousin’s wedding. It was at a church. Not an old church, or one with a spire; it wasn’t made from big stones, and it didn’t have a graveyard or stained-glass windows. There were no hard wooden pews or hymn books. It didn’t smell weird. This place was... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: The Family Business

    Zebedee sat down and rubbed his huge, calloused palms against his weary eyes. He leaned back and stared blankly at the old clay oil lamp on the table in front of him. Its tiny flame flicked and swayed, gallantly defending against the long evening shadows creeping through the windows. He stroked his chin where... Continue Reading →

Painting: Umbrella Man

When I was a kid, my family and I would go stay with my grandparents every September school holidays. Nan and Pop lived in the city. Aunty Ruby would visit us there; she lived nearby. She wasn’t our real aunty; she was a family friend; she and Nan had known each other since they were... Continue Reading →

Book Review: The Adventures of Pinocchio

Knowing nothing about Carlo Collodi’s Pinocchio other than it is a classic children’s story about a puppet and it was made into a Disney movie, I expected a sweet and wholesome adventure with a happy ending. I found instead something more like the bible’s book of revelation: a fast-moving account of glorious creatures and terrifying... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Eulogy

"Well, what can you say about Uncle Bert that wouldn't further tarnish his reputation? He was a good man, I suppose. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but perhaps in comparison with some of his 'business associates', none of whom have turned up today to pay their respects, I see. Although, to be... Continue Reading →

Poem: Grandad

My grandad had a hacksaw with teeth just like a shark, I put it in my backpack when we visited the park. I threw it in the pond but the hacksaw didn't swim, It had teeth like a shark but it didn't have the fins.   My grandad had false teeth as straight as piano... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Siege of Devil’s Pass

Way down south a long time ago, When folks were content and life moved slow, Was a place where a cactus wouldn't dare grow, And they called it Devil's Pass.   Few people knew and even less cared, That out on that land where the ground was bare, A iron-willed family had built a house... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Visiting Mum

“New earrings? I don’t know why you keep buying those—it’s not like she’ll wear them.” “That’s not the point.” “At least get second hand ones. She’s not going to notice the difference, and you’d save yourself some money.” “Will you lay off? She put new earrings on the list, so I’m giving her new earrings.”... Continue Reading →

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