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Archive for November, 2008

My tongue wanders around the inside of my mouth, up and down over  dales and crevasses, sliding over that pinky smoothness gradually losing control. As if I’ve taken my hands off the steering wheel it starts to lurch from one side to the other. There’s  a beached whale in my mouth, gradually becoming numb along [...]

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It’s always that last little part isn’t it? The last 1/8 of an inch in the beer glass, the final film of tea and associated spotty leaves in the fine China, the remnants of society sleeping on a park bench because nowhere else is available, the leftovers , the unloved, the unwanted. 
It may just be [...]

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History is hazy, it smells smokey, like a pall that drifted across an open field where two armies once faced each other in silence. Just the clopping of restless hooves and the silence of the wind. Fires roaring in support tents behind the assembled front, thick smokey fires, of burned oak and forest, where swords [...]

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Behind the stage at any outdoor rock venue you’ll find one, snoring in a corner, droning on in a one note melody, humming to itself with occasional rises and falls in pitch as demand surges and diminishes. It lives on sled skis so it can be dragged around by a tractor or prime mover, those [...]

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You’ve got to pay a little extra to get the best, to rise above the rest to get that string quartet to play perfect strains of measured Bach, you pay for what you get.  Just a little bit more and it’s armchair seats at the cinema, they wrap around you and suck you into their [...]

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Moonlight stills the wind, stills the plants and stills our hearts. It slinks and plays and flows over silhouetted parts of the garden and the yard exposing it in a black and white photograph tableau. Spiders held firm in its gaze, possums are blinded in the haze of milky chocolate light that bathes the house [...]

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Often it sits on my lap like a pet manta ray, its gills beating away through bellows in its bottom, purring a warm amber of heat over my thighs. When I make a heavy command of it, the hard drive jumps into hyper-drive and its zooms off like the Millenium Falcon and then returns with [...]

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I still refer to them as soldiers, when I do have bread that is, it’s easy. Just take your standard plain envelope square of harmless white bread and feed it to a toaster, wait for the release mechanism to sling it skywards with a  defined clink and then slice it down the middle. Let the [...]

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I am in  Simpson, [VIC] driving behind the general store, expecting It to go somewhere and then the road just ends abruptly in a paddock of hunched grasses, waiting for another round of verbal abuse, another dissatisfied customer. My disappointment tastes like an iced confectionary with all the flavour removed – think , ’sunny boy’ [...]

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The only window-sill I have any relationship with right now is the one I look through every day, it is tall and blocky, rectangular like the empire state building, solid like a World War II Sherman tank, unbreakable. The glass pains shiver when I slide the lower half up , the sashs’ counterwight making a [...]

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