This isn’t a president who arrived at the Resolute Desk unsoiled. Trump’s path to the post was one littered with infidelities and sexual shenanigating. For leisure, for lucre, this is a man who long crept around the world of pageants and who regularly appeared on Howard Stern to rank his daughter as a solid 10 and list all the women he’d most like to fornicate with. (Apparently he could easily have bedded Princess Di.) This is a man who has always presented as oily, as crude, and as though he’d be far better placed on a Scorsese set. By the […]
Not only can I tell you what I’m reading, but I can tell you every book I’ve read in the last three years—plus the date I finished reading it. I have a spreadsheet, you see. When I was twelve I read a novel about three sisters, and I remember exactly two details from it. That one of the sisters lost a finger in a cave but managed to get it re-attached, and that the youngest sister kept a diary. Instead of recounting what happened during the day, however, she simply listed the meals she ate. From there, memories of everything […]
I A platypus used to be the lengthwise size of a boogie board A serene image Riding the creek tangling my handlebars of thick matted fur handlebars tangling in tidelets mouthfuls of creekwater when the ride dives big swallows that fractionalise the volume of the creek in drought days at least and oh the fish I could One two three Oh Woah what size of fish for I a platypus now in contemp lite size Do you even lift size we eats shrimp that we can’t even see Diet lite modern meals we find with electrics pinging off their pinchy […]
The Herald Sun came under international scrutiny this week after they published a highly racialised cartoon. Owned by Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp Australia, this is not the first time the media outlet has been under the spotlight for questionable content. This is not the first time their cartoonist, Mark Knight, has been called out for racism. In fact, it was only last month that he was being criticised for a racist depiction of African-Australians. And so, once again the Australian media’s How Is That Racist alarms have been triggered. I’m not going to waste energy on those that continue to […]
It is the winter of 2017. I am in Wyndham and I take up the harbour master’s offer to accompany him on the pilot boat that will usher in a live cattle export ship waiting in the Cambridge Gulf.
Somehow we get away with the baby. We can’t believe our luck when we land on the train, baby in her stroller cheeky as a monkey and the whole day ahead of us.
Trauma is a strange bedfellow. In its company you binge on adrenaline and will anyone to have a go. Don’t push in front of me. Don’t mess with me. Go on, mess with me.
Eight wild wood ducks
greet me at the gate,
follow me down to the feed-room, wait
while I get them a handful of seed