He wrapped his fingers around the swirling grooves of the handle, feeling the divots between the splines of leather. Becoming one with the weave, letting the whip become an extension of his arm. He had the vision, but the reality was just not there yet, he tried to recall what the instructor had said – [...]

Tiny fingers begin wrestling with the sweet as presented by the well meaning grandparent. Pudgy fingers grapple with the cellophane protector, it crinkles and crackles as it disrobes from the shining naked paddle, soon to be doing table tennis in his mouth. He guides it in with no thought other than the sweet sucking pleasure [...]

He stands on the edge of a huge rocky outcropping with the sun setting behind him holding a pencilled cigarette in hand, a few whisps of smoke diffuse into the air. He’s a ‘real’ man, with those tight faded Levis and that faux leather jacket, just him and the wilderness. He’s a real man. That’s [...]

March 29 metaphor and object – a relationship – how is a relationship like a carpet or a car or a red motorcycle… bringing the unconscious into the process. the possibility is there to serve us at all times and we just have to instruct or command it what to do….. Upton street a milk [...]

Even though there’s nothing obvious there seems to be a shimmering force field separating the painting on the wall from the observer, an unspoken rule about not getting to close and definitely ‘don’t touch’ screaming from every corner of the frame. The room is full of Victorian era paintings. Reflected sounds of hushed whispers and [...]

“Yes thanks I WILL have cream with that”, the bowl hovers over the remaining pieces of the steaming pie that fills the air with the magic of apple, cinnamon and fresh baked crust. The bundle of cream arrives and I cup it from below and above it reminds me of a concrete pouring funnel from [...]

A sergeant major mustering the troops before inspection, aligning the volunteers, the pages falling into line beneath the salute he gives. Shiny disciplined polished directions perfect in angular semaphore The glove of discipline falls easily over a coddling of warm fresh photocopy paper, it’s edges curling like autumn leaves, the print drying like rain that’s [...]

In summer the sun gets up a long time before you want to and being in a tent you have no choice other than to wrap a towel around your head – it leaks in through the slipping green vinyl weave, a fog of light, and, being in the middle of the bush you can’t [...]

They used to pre-cook them in the shop I grew up in, so it was quicker to serve them. They sat in a lardy pile on a silvered sandwhich of steel, waiting for the scoops that would scrape dull along the bottom edge, then the chips were plunged to their death in boiling oil, the [...]

Like water swirling into a plug hole the galaxy whips stars into a central position, a million specks of star dust seem to glitter and twinkle and beckon as if they’re just in the next neighbourhood, but they’re miles away, light years. What we say right now would not even begin to impact on a [...]