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Archive for October, 2008

When you’re homesick, there’s a longing, a hunger, a rumbling inside, hands claw up from the canyon of your stomach and wrap around your heart, squeezing, until you want to fold up into a ball on the perfumed sheets of the faceless hotel room you’ve rented for the ngiht. Numb, aching for the familiar. After [...]

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Arms stretch back like ancient catapult machines, released they fling forward delivering a springy shower of dots, faded colours in yellow blue and pink. They drift in the wind as light as talcum  powder, a cloud of paper. The couple breathe in the experience as it were cocaine to an addict, ash to a victim [...]

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Seconds are flipping over, hundredths and thousandths, flipping . A wall calendar of them, parading all the way to ten, over and over again. On the track the athlete huffs and puffs like a race horse, cruel spikes dig into the spongey orange track surface, legs and arms work like a motor, trying to beat [...]

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At the supermarket they lay sleeping in tender boxes, bunched up together in clumps like newborn kittens, secured and bound by purple elastic . At home they yawn out of the shopping bag that rustles on the well worn kitchen table. They’re looking up at me with those multiple ears, now fully awake, not expecting [...]

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A contoured toupee hill is dotted with flecks of dandruff, small flecks of white and blue, full stops in the story the hill has to tell. These are foreigners, refugees, afloat on a sea of grass. Closer in each one is a world of its own. Petals want to revolve in windmill circles, they  seem [...]

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At the traffic lights the motor burbles and cackles like a cappucino machine and when they change the bike speeds off in a frothy wash of chainsaw freindliness, cutting through the traffic in a knifey swathe, crashing through any opposition. It slays giant 4 wheel drives, a David and Goliath battle is won again and [...]

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I’m biting down on these instructions, but they’re as apetising as dry toast. They tumbled out of the packet in an elegant butterfly manouvre, they seemed to be harmless. I unfolded them as if they were a poker hand, easy, dealing them across the mirror polish floor which reflected my widening quizzical gaze. Puzzlement rising [...]

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Round the home turn they come, 400 metres to go. The course announcer’s call is rising in pitch, he’s a screaming kettle across the christmas tree bulbs of midrange horn speakers hanging from eaves and underhangs. The horses straining heads are pointed like tactical nuclear missiles; on course, certain of their purpose. Sheens of sweat  [...]

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Almost as if I am glued to the spot, I sit rigid and fixed in the leather clad chair, lights dim and a false twilight embraces the hall before welcoming applause guides the players to the stage. Chairs ruffle and scrape across gleaming polished boards before each of the players raise their bows. Like marksman [...]

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Very occasionally I will order oysters when dining, VERY rarely at $2 a go it’s hard to justify. Preference is for Kilpatrick style over raw. The best Kilpatricks I have ever had were in Coles Bay – Tasmania, not only the taste was magnificent, but the surrounds, the sun being eaten by the sea, pink [...]

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