armshenrieta

I awake to the scent of incense burning. I sprawl my body against the sheets as my eyes come into focus. My butt cheeks slide against the sheets like a child thickly applying glue stick to an art collage. My vision is slightly hazy. The remains of a joint slowly simmer on a bedside table […]

coverflamingo

Runnin’ by David Dallas invigorates my ear lobes; a horizon of open road immersed in bush is in my view as my calves’ pound tarseal roads.  My RunKeeper activity interrupts the tracks motion, time 33 minutes, distance 6.8 kilometres, average pace 4.54 minutes per kilometre.  A smirk of achievement overcomes me, in this moment I’m […]

ihaveablackdogblog

They say a man’s best friend is his dog, growing up I had canine companions through my entire childhood and at age 13 I met my fathers black dog. It was a rather startling revelation to discover that someone who was always so together, so driven, so inspirational and so assured suffered from depression. This […]

HOMEBLOG

That moment in Garden State when Zach Braff uttered that line “you know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore?” Is a piece of cinema dialogue that has always remained cemented in my memory, at the time when I viewed that film in […]

saturnreturnblog

It’s 1am and it’s been a wet night of torrential rain. You’ve just finished celebrating your mate’s first home purchase, said a ghetto goodbye to your number one Melburnian fag hag for the night and you’re striding home McDonald’s takeaway bag clad. You’re tipsy; actually you’re drunk and the streets of Richmond are barren and […]

fatherofmineblog

Remember when you were four years old and your Dad would pull into the driveway pumping The Cure, In Between Days. You’d leave the show you were watching, book you were reading or game you were playing and sprint as fast as your calves could carry you to greet him. So that you could ride […]