There is a quiet little corner in the city of Adelaide which is incongruous because it is not beautified, it does not really contain anything, it is empty and blandly urban. Nearby are shops that are so fashionable that the…
From an untitled piece about a HIV-positive, gay priest
John goes into his room. In the darkness he kicks off his shoes, changes into a pair of black satin pyjama pants, and walks barefooted out his verandah door. He sighs when he turns and sees the kitchen light echoing through…
Spritz and late nightz
There is something faintly obscene about staying up well past the time when your brain can’t function properly, as I am doing right now. It is, I believe 3.04 am (not that I’m counting). Why, you might ask? Well, I…
Adventures with fiction
There is a new page that exists on this blog now, which is my adventures with fiction. It is here that excerpts will be posted to things that I’m writing, have written, or have left to lie fallow for a…
From my murdering musical extraordinaire
This is an excerpt from a work in progress, which is an autobiography from an interesting but nasty dude who presently has no name… I’m just taken with his personality. **** It was an unusually quiet afternoon: unusual because the…