One year in, one year out. Not too sure what to think of the times we are in. It feels as if we are all sliding towards a date with destiny. And despite the information that pours down over us every day, most can’t see what’s on that horizon…Read More
It hurts my bones to love you.
It hurts to see the bottle-brush needles
like dried blood on the ground.
It hurts to drive in circles round my suburb
named for ashes on a field…
America, I love you: you’re Peggy Lipton in Mod Squad, you’re Patti Smith in the ‘Piss Factory’, you’re Cary Grant and Sidney Poitier, Arsenic and Old Lace and the Lilies of the Field, my grandmother and I watching you on the television, laughing and finding holiness and beauty in a prayer. You’re the fast talk…Read More
I see us
in the curve of our love,
kissing in the sunlight
in a park…
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…Read More
Here’s my ‘live’ review of The Cure as they were being live streamed online playing ‘Disintegration’ at the Sydney Opera House. I started taking photos of my TV screen and found myself drawn inside…Read More