There is a peculiar loneliness that springs from a lack of experience, from vicarious living through screens and dreams.
Reflecting on the Redfern Run.
An annotated proposal for a manuscript, centred around ten provided prompts
We have had a surprisingly decent mandarin season this year.
For most of my life, August was Summer’s eleventh hour.
"My love was from places of Tiny People."
"My mother and I both have our own ideal gardens."
"I seek the totality of the Blue Dragon."
Does unexplained transformation, metaphorical or otherwise, count as an illness or as misadventure?
Words by Tiger Perkins.