The Headlines
The photograph at the top of the article is a pixelated, black-and-white image of the two people who carried out Australia’s first Christian fundamentalist terror attack.
Colours of Memory
The woman who will never hold her child. The child who will never know her mother. The nurses and doctors that will never again bring life.
Spit | Fire
Each time, one of the few to survive – he starts again in a new land. He becomes another foreigner, not accepted. At worst, he’s despised. The best welcome he can hope for is suspicion and contempt.
Things I say to my son while he sleeps
You have to listen, he was not spreading immorality, son, he was keeping you alive.
Target Practice
Today the targets run in small and smaller. They're locked out, told to snatch some air, move those legs and arms, wage your playground wars; just don't jump that ditch, don't cavort with that crazy kid Kyle from that house in the trees.
Bridge Over the Neretva
Now politics was everything. Everyone was drunk on nationalism; high on vague, expansive ideas that didn’t stand up to any sort of sober scrutiny. But then again, they didn’t need to.
Transposition
The words play across memory again and again, always so clear that he finds it hard to believe he does not hear them spoken aloud, although he tries to hold onto this knowledge – it is the least he can do. So little of the here-and-now remains steady, these days.