The Magic Hour

Walking the afternoon streets of the Inner West, waiting for that time the American film director Terrence Malick called “the magic hour”. It’s still too early yet, not silver enough by half, but the coolness hints at the night to come, and the promise of the first stars…

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Making Hard Yards with the Swans

What does leadership mean anyway? It can rise up from the ground as much as something delivered from above. In the car park for the Addison Road Community Organisation two of the Sydney Swans finest, Nick Smith and Kieren Jack, are standing around having a chat about what’s going on with food relief in the city and what they are doing now.

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White Crosses

Day ends at the Addison Road Community Organisation. Gurwinder starts to take the chairs from the road, leaving only the white crosses that now mark out the social distance needs of our times…

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Living in the Time of Dylan

I believe we are in the Time of Dylan as much as the Time of COVID-19, and that maybe the former will be remembered as much as the latter.

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Food Pantry Banjo Ballad #1

The words of the songs take on the strange timeless energy of old storytelling that needs repeating, and hard-won wisdoms that need to get won again…

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My Feminine Side

I wrote the short story ‘My Feminine Side’ in the early 1990s. It was published in a book collection called Men Love Sex, edited by Alan Close, who did a really great job of pulling all these male writers together to reflect on the book subjects as frankly advertised. Among them were John Birmingham, Robert Drewe, Peter Carey, Frank Moorhouse, Damien Lovelock, Matthew Condon, John Dale and Archie Weller to name a few. It was published by Random House Australia and very well-reviewed. I have always been surprised it never got a republication. It seemed innovative to me at the time, and fearless in its way. My story was really not much more than a diary note, a raw and naive document I seemed to just throw down as it was, but I still like it…

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Rebranding Sunrise

Must have been channeling something special when I wrote this piece on the axing of Melissa Doyle from Sunrise in July 2013. Somehow I reimagined co-host Kochie as some kind of psychedelic Godfather figure of the infotainment Age. Reads to me like genius now. Acid news still might work its magic as an angle… an idea ahead of its time!

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The King is Dead

I remember the legendary chef Tony Bilson walking to meet me in Surry Hills for the first time. Physically he was probably only half the man he used to be. “Cancer,” he said, like it was something to be exasperated by. Then with a hard breath he guided me up the street to a corner café where we spoke for quite some time and with quite some intensity.

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