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Nameless heads on nameless walls so Don eloquently put it. Oversized canvasses adorn plain walls in varnished memory of the past. Cracked fading desert lake surfaces yellowed with age and smoke and weariness of hanging for so long. But a picture is told not just in the portrait but in the scene behind the scene, [...]

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A small steel finger of ice slivers into my gum, set to numb down, dumb down the pinkness for the rupture that’s about to occur. I’m sitting back looking up to an over head lamp in a slight shade of off white almost yellow. Doctor Danny hangs above me with a crescent moon mask – [...]

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Sitting on the line, the motor gurgling and choking. Watching the tree of lights red, yellow, yellow, yellow, green. Go! The supercharged engine hammers the air, grunting and straining as tires slip on the gluey substance laid down under the ‘fats’: The tires that are little more than half inflated black balloons finally gain traction. [...]

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You’re all invited to the wedding. Roll up. Roll up. Bring your confetti of dockets and receipts and prepare to shower the happy couple, you and the taxman. Every year you get married. The accountant is your wedding planner. You  make all the arrangements. Collating the guest list of  receipts – allowable deductions who send [...]

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Abracadabra, Shazzam, open sesame. ‘I love peanut butter jelly’. None of which ever worked for me. Magic passwords that is. Rabbits pulled out of hats with big floppy felt ears, cooing doves , tranquil until released. Dispensed from the end of hanging sleeves. How’s it done? Magic! 
Card games, special tricks, packs loaded with indented edges, [...]

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A football crowd inside his mind urges the player down the field, his boots hover an inch off the ground, he’s a bullet train with magnetic boots gliding on unseen tracks under the brilliant green astro turf. It seems unthinkable that he will do anything other than score. The ball makes a pinging noise as [...]

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It always feels good to help, in some way. When I’ve taken wing and flown over the Westgate bridge headed for Altona to aquire  that small thing that can only be bought at Bunnings Mega Warehouse homeware discount store – they’re waiting.
The sausage sizzle. 
Almost as soon as the door opens the stagnant car atmosphere is [...]

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In Fawkner park there are trees I refer to as Elephant trees- this is not their proper name- They might be Moreton Bay Figs or something -but I think the way the bark wrinkles and flaps makes them deserve this name. In a nameless shade of dark grey they form an archway as I ride [...]

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He carries around a bag like a baby in a sling, full of new hopes for some and disappointments for others. Some of these things he’s delivering are gonna be ugly babies that people won’t want – some will be beautiful. He’s not on a bike or a motor bike or anything,  just on foot [...]

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At the book bazaar the shelves are closely packed, almost as tight as sitting on the seats on a cut price airline flight – jam packed. Cardboard categories conjure imaginings from the air. The eye follows a plumb-line to the ground. Packed in among the packed in books there’s the musty smell of age. Opening [...]

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