Willoughby — Throwing cards down on the table always felt like love. He’d learnt the pleasure as a kid, eyes barely breaching the table top, sweat from the day’s toil swimming amongst cigarette fumes, paint-stripper wine, cries and interjections, the tally of points. He didn’t care then that he didn’t properly understand, he just loved watching shapes slapped down and swept away. Clubs, coins, cups, blades. T...
Mississauga — Yesterday, after picking me up from the bus terminal my mom reported, angrily, that someone had stolen her Oriental Lilies. She clarified, “Actually, they took the bulb. They left the flowers and the ...
Eltham — “Interesting things happen on the edges where one thing becomes another” — Kevin McCloud. I recently stumbled across a long forgotten Australian ‘alternative’ — a now redundant music genre but well u...
Eltham — Edgeland. The margins between the city and the country. Some just end up here; for others it is a destination filled with serious intent and ambition. Karl Hyde embraces these margins on his debut a...
The lily thief, the woman in winter clothes, the casual backyard invader.
Nostalgia
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...
Morning view!
suburbs of the heart
The steel snake awaits.
Queen and Mother and Fatherland and Country
Shipped Home
The Sweep
Bottles and Jars