She wielded the pale blue slipper like a shield and the bullets flew back towards him. Fortunately, Apollo, god of the sun (and more)...

He hurled himself through the closing doors, reaching the room just in time. ‘Quickly, this way.’ She stepped furtively between the...

I looked at his butt, was it Santa I see? I prodded and poked to help him down. ‘What are you doing you stupid clown?’ ‘Oh Santa it’s me and I’ve been very good, Can you bring me a new bike but not made of wood?’ Like the last one you brought that was just a foot long, You didn’t listen very well, you Got it so wrong.’ ‘Don’t worry about that you ridiculous thing, Get me out of this mess or there’ll be no presents to bring.’ ‘Quite frankly Santa I don’t like your tone, you ca

‘I can’t do it, Marge.’ ‘Yes you can, all you need is reach a bit further.’ ‘I can’t! My belly’s in the way!’ ‘Breathe in and stretch! Imagine you’re at my yoga class.’ ‘Fuck, Janice. I’m not into yoga and you know that.’ A large clot of soot falls into the hearth and explodes into a fine black mist. Tim starts choking violently. ‘Oh, love, are you OK? Come back out.’ ‘I can’t!’ He barely got five words out before being overcome by another fit of coughing. Janic

Remember, remember, remember, remember Uncle Rupe in Maleny, Qld. who married his wife in secret. She, my auntie Alex, was at Uni and...

The screaming, the blood, the pain, the sadness. I remember when I was young, only I never had all fun. I never had any fun. Basically, because I didn’t have any friends. I didn’t know how to make friends. I wasn’t allowed to play without the kids in the street. I’d watch their playing in the street, chasing balls, falling off bikes, laughing, crying, fighting. I longed to be out there with them. But mum and dad kept me inside. It was for my own good, I used to beg them to le

He sat and watched the fire during low, embers glistening and spitting as the oil wood burst tiny sparks. His mind was numb, not thinking, just wandering through pictures in his head and heart. “What happened? Why? I didn’t understand. He sat there, laid there, cried there, not knowing what was happening or what would happen. The sounds, loud, ear splitting burst of thunder. The smells, scents, vial toxins flooded their pit. He could smell them now, in the pit, in his pit, bu

I wish I’d asked my dad more, when he was alive, about his war years. When you are young, you are only interested in the gory bits. Did...

Do you remember when? Where? What? Why? Who? How? Do I remember what, why, when, how, where, who? Do we remember the same day, the same...

I forgot to remember Both Gough... and The War Arguably, neither achieved much in the long run... No... Not true... Sorry... Spirit of...

Remembrance “I’ll send that straight to my forgettery, as my mother likes to call it.” Laughs. Everyone always laughs when I say that....

It is a mess! They say: God bless this mess... I say: it is just a mess... And a mess gets in the way of moving around the house... you...

'What’s the time?’ Barbara, teenage granddaughter of Hannah. ‘Bedtime’ - Jill, Barbara’s mother. ‘It’s always bed time, according...

‘It’s all because of the bloody Romans.’ ‘What?’ ‘Aunt Lizbeth threatened to disinherit me.’ ‘Seriously? What did the Romans have to do with it?’ ‘She got really pissed when she chipped her tooth. She’d just got it crowned. I think she was joking but she went a paler shade of beige when she bit down on that.’ ‘The Romans chipped her tooth, and you’re getting disinherited?’ ‘No, she chipped it because there was a bit of stone in the cake I brought for tea.’ ‘OK…’

'Again?' She honestly could not believe that their entire trip was about to be aborted. ‘I’ll take the train, drop me off here,’ he...

Time preferred for meeting: Thursday Time of meeting: Tuesday 11am That’s what the board said in the patient’s room. “Excuse me. Could we...

I arrived early and found myself alone in the place I had expected, well, what had I expected? I’m not really sure but everything was new...

These feelings are... well... grand... Such an old-fashion word... To use such a word in todays 'modern' poetry... Why... the very...

Sitting at the dinner-breakfast table he would cluck and mutter whenever the story of the minute was flying about. Four grandies from 7 to 12 would all chatter at once while the mum fluffed and flittered from the galled kitchen to the table. Her mother always tried to help but was usually bustled out of a kitchen that only help one person at a time. Her grey hair all tightly curled with usually a bobby holding the curliest lock in place. Always smiled, always looked content w

‘The evening was grand’, my Grandmother announced. ‘There were ground people here, the venue is grand and the food is grand and so are the drinks’, which she downed with grace but in abundance. She liked to think of herself as the Grand Dame of the family, but in reality she was a nasty old Crone. She was never happy unless she had organised whatever it was she was talking about, like this event. She had bossed and bullied everyone concerned so she got her way. It was the 100