DISCREET AND CONFIDENTIAL ENCOUNTERS
There is a particular kind of silence that settles over a house at 4:47 AM. It’s not the heavy silence…
Read more →
Townsville in late August is a city holding its breath. The dry season has polished the sky to a high,…
Read more →
There is a particular kind of silence that exists in a Nottingham terraced house on a Tuesday afternoon. It is…
Read more →
The fog over the Northwest Arm doesn’t roll in so much as it materializes, a slow erasure of the city’s…
Read more →
I have a job that asks me to wait. As a tide gauge technician, I sit in a small instrument…
Read more →
There is a specific quality to the light in Adelaide during early spring that I have only recently learned to…
Read more →
The first Monday of the month, Peter Whitfield makes coffee he doesn’t drink. It’s a ritual he stumbled into three…
Read more →
I saw the dragon last Tuesday. Not the real one, the one they flew over the city. The Herald ran…
Read more →
The light in this room changes at 3:47 PM every day from March through June. I know this because I…
Read more →
Jonathan has stopped wearing his wristwatch. Not because he lost it, or because it broke, but because he no longer…
Read more →