Why should I? — At this point in time my life is almost miraculously fortunate. The stars have finally aligned. …

A story from the future — I dreamt about a bird. I had to keep it until it was time for cooking. It sat on my chest, wrapped in a tea towel, as I lay on a couch and felt its bones and feathers rustle beneath my fingers. …

A cliché kitten’s velvety paw

Why can I never be mad at you without receiving your tenfold ire back? Sometimes you’re wrong. Sometimes my hurt is justified.

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I fear it’s begun, the final stage, heralded by a rain bomb.

A devastating, deadly, catastrophic, unprecedented, horrifying flood recently destroyed houses, streets and towns in northern New South Wales, where I live. None of these adjectives is exaggerated. Fortunately for me, I wasn’t directly affected, but, along with most of the community, I have shovelled mud, carried furniture, demolished walls, washed…

The collapse is hard to remember sometimes, When the birds are tuneful and the sky is blue, When the breeze is cool and the lizards are…