Lockdown has a lining which started very thin Spinning many yarns from voices far within As we set our minds on moments that futures might define We turn our hearts to sorrow where no one drew the line Deep... Continue Reading →
See my Story Time for the next episode: “Annie!” Later King would recall the spray of blood on the wall; watching it trickle; the gun where Annie had dropped it; their son whimpering in the corner.
King scrolled through the pictures on the screen. A shadow temporarily dimmed the light behind him. “Checking in with your whores again?”
Craters appear in the sands as we drag out our heads to observe the view, listen to voices which shout in silence above the roar of chanting seas. The pace of deprivation accelerates. Crimes formerly closeted by morality are exposed... Continue Reading →
In keeping with tasteful tones of past and present, the regular venue for Melbourne Lit Group is housed beneath the sandstone levels of Federation Square, in and bordering the historic Federation Wharf vaults. The restaurant overlooks the banks of the Yarra... Continue Reading →