Riley has recently, on occasion, hit another child.
I feel that by writing that sentence I have hauled myself up to a flagellant’s cross and handed over the whip to anyone inclined to flick it at me. It first began – and I’m a witness – in the spirit of exuberance, of fun. He might be playing [...]

…and left me some boxes of books.
I wonder what they could be?

I bought these in almost perfect condition, which should have set off alarm bells. The first time I put them on was to walk to a friends house about 2kms away and by the time I got there I was hobbling with blisters galore. I came this close to re-recycling them and wondered if the [...]

March 26th – Applications close for the 2010 Creative Fellowships at the SLV
March 31st – Going Down Swinging submissions close (done)
May 10th – ABR Short Story Competition submisssions close*
*I am currently wavering over what writing project I want to work on next: My Big Fat Fantasy Novel or something new? This something new will be [...]

A huntsman spider has been living on the roof in our hallway for the past five days. Shy at first, it stayed close to the curves of the plasterwork before moving out more openly near the light-bulb. The cat first noticed it at this point, and there she’s sat ever since, meowing at it; I [...]

Today’s edition of ‘Thrifty Thursday’ will be a cautionary tale of How Things Can Go Wrong  (or Semi-Wrong) When Op-Shopping. First, note the dress: a strapless Zara Basic, with bubble skirt. It has an interesting pattern, so puts a spin on the traditional LBD.
I noticed the fraying around the top seam (see photo) on the [...]

Following on from yesterday, I thought I’d make a collage to compare Sam Rockwell and Gary Oldman.
Why?
1) Because I was interested to see if anyone else saw the resemblance or if it was just me.
and
2) Um … well. Look at them! Why not?!

Originally posted April 2009
I have lost all vocabulary.
I arrive upon a cartoon bugler’s herald
to a scene where with jesters hat jingling
my words seem mocking; they serve no purpose.
Emotional gravitas is thrown on a paperpile marked “for later.”
Then it is hidden, and later unbidden, in my
mind’s library where other books are flipped open erased and
I am left [...]

I have taken to green, and I don’t know why. When I was a teenager, I never wore it, found it such a 70s colour <insert teenagerly disdain>, even during the 60s psychedelic fashion revival of the early 90s, and certainly once the monochromatic Calvin Klein / minimalism of the mid 90s came about. Mind [...]

My dad works just over the fence from my school. Sometimes he pokes his face over the fence.
So he did, and on the odd occasion I saw him stick his head over to seek me out on the playground during lunch, there I’d be, ambling around, almost certainly waiting for the bell to ring so [...]