-        Citron is French for lemon.   -        My mother didn’t know that, but she knew she liked leather seating. In her sophisticated...

They gathered under the light of the blood moon. Well, it was a dull red light but a light nonetheless. George looked around at his brethren. They were there to pray and adore the red moon. He spoke to his brethren every day. They hung around, all day and all night. They just wouldn't leave. Actually, he couldn't get rid of them. Sometimes they would bump into him and annoy him. Quite frankly he was over this praying to a blood moon nonsense. They would hang about naked with

Speaking Lemon always remains me of a TV show. There were a grandpa and a grandson, they were sitting at the waiting room as the...

Lemon, my sweet Pour yourself into me Revel in the science of A heart flung Ever-uselessly trying to be Free I’m out again But what is...

Who’s a lemon? I’m a lemon. Oh. Oh. Yeah, of course you are I can see that! But, you’re not green. You sure you’re not a lime? No. I tell you I’m a lemon. Just give me some sun—I’ll be yellow yet. Sure. That’s what they all say! And you should talk. You’re not yellow either. What colour do you call that ? I’m beyond purple, it’s called ultra  violet. Pounce! The next thing you’ll say it that you’re a berry. But I am! I’m a Blue berry. Right! Aren’t Blueberries supposed to be

Too late, You’re always late, Its late, I’m late, Too late…again.   Lateness is only as good as someone else’s ‘on timeness’. If they were late they might not know I was late. If they are on time then they will definitely know I was late.   So when you come from a family with no emotional intelligence and it really is too late to tell one of them that you love them, then it is too late.   It’s done, it’s dusted, there are no other opportunities. Bad luck, tough luck.   So it

She held on tight… to her skirt, blowing around her legs and gusting upwards, outwards, sidewards. To her hair, trying not to inhale as...

Nina drove along the road and could see her old teacher who made her life miserable. She was so nasty that she made children wee their pants in fear. But wouldn’t you know it, if the spring on her right hand side wheel came missiling off, closely missing the car next to her.   Thank god it didn’t hurt the driver and her kids. The spring continued on its journey and went straight through her teacher’s chest.   ‘Oh there you go’ she thought to herself, ‘it was as if Nemesis...

My name means spring, and my name day is in March. It all makes sense in the northern hemisphere. My partner celebrates it on Sept 1 st , assigning an antipodean valence with cheerful disregard for tradition. Whatever the date, it always falls on pressure washing season.

Spring finds the fulcrum. The leaves fall upward and gift; flowers, freshest fruit.

"What's that step?" the Macedonian grandmother halted the dance.  Eyes pivoted, but gently. They all hoped to be dancing at her age. She...

Coolness over body.  Family, friends glide through the gentle water of Bay.   Faster, slower, up, down.  Flow along beautiful, soft, gentle, ultra-sensor currents.  Sonics through azure, guide to fishies, especially soft little ones.  Love little ones.  Fun sneaking up on and nudging schnapper or two by tail tips.  Scares shyte out of them.  They wobble, spin trying to not be devoured.  I do ‘cause I can, makes me giggle, blow out bubbles of joy.   Boat people come look. They

It was one of those days in August in the southern hemisphere, at about 32 degrees latitude, where it was on the cusp of winter and spring. When the wind wasn’t blowing it was hot in the sun, but as the wind circled around, you could feel that slight bitterness of winter. She knew there was someone who needed her help. She felt it. She could feel it in her mind and wisping around her body like the breeze. She didn’t know who it was at this point. All she could do was stand on

Blinking, slowly.  For an eternity, his lid closes like time standing still.  Staring through eyes of eternal pain, lenses of excruciating agony, focus, an eon of torment.    The bullet rips into his side.    He sees it slide into his flesh, a micrometre, a microsecond at a time.  Molecules of blood float in super slow-motion out of the ever-widening cavity.  Dancing a ballet of beauty, spinning, twisting, twirling.   One degree at a time.   One micro-second frame by frame. 

Cath our boss, walked in to the office and said,   ‘Can one of you guys talk to Mark when he comes in today, about the job in Tamworth please? We need to ensure he has the crane sorted?’   I didn’t see anything wrong with what she said and just got on with my work waiting for Mark to turn up. Everybody else (of which we are all female) did the same.   A bit later on Mark the client walked in and said,   ‘Morning guys Cath told me I need to fill someone in on the issues with t

“Guy” is male and old French for ‘guide or lead’. Guy of Gisborne tried trapping Robin and stealing Marian.  Sebastian sings at people and promotes falsehood.  One is very Pearcing, another Richie directs and married a virgin.  Others have been stand-up-Guys and even fall-Guys.  My-Guy, frat-Guy, goofy-Guy, chill-Guy, even a Toy-Story-Guy.  Some even companioned dolls. One guarded gunpowder, arrested, tortured (over a few days), finally confessing that he tried to blow up par

I am just some guy. It is just my opinion. I should just shut up.

Shaking snow off his bear-hide Grog trudges into the cave. “Corrrr, bloody cold out there.  Freeze tha tits offya mammoth”.  He kicks the sabre-tooth skull down the back of the cave. “Awwww Grog darlinnnggg, don’t mess the place up ya big hairy slob” minces Og.  “Pterry, my big bird flew today but was so cold she couldn’t get off the cliff, so she laid an egg.  That’s tonight’s din-dins.” “Fair dinkum, gotta stop livin’ with mates n’ go find a woman” grunts Grog. “Only if you

As a result of a roo-strike I’ve found myself urgently in need of a new car.  I’ve done a lot more research than I’m willing to tell my...