Look, our careless sleep has laid the world to siege. Morning thrusts its tattered sails like white surrenders into this, our dream, our…Read More
Illustrations: Sarah BaiRead More
When I was younger there was a song my mother used to play often. It was always there, in the background, wrapped around images…Read More
I had a vision of a book that was about Everything. A grand, enigmatic introduction promised to reveal profound and mysterious connections between almost…Read More
High in a eucalyptus tree, Jeanie was woolgathering. ‘Yo ho, yo ho, a koala’s life for me!’ she suddenly whooped, breaking out from her…Read More
North in search of a true-nature tribe the proper study of man became everything a hot hidden Africa, a colonial playground except bullet-proof like…Read More
“Call me HP,” he says.
“Like the sauce?”
His face does not move. We drive on.
“Like a bird spitting seeds the fire spits sparks.”Read More
Poetry: “The bees are going down, you know, it’s a well known fact / statistically but also purely / anecdotally, because the ground is suddenly / pebbled with the dead little things.”Read More