Journal
Articles
In the Dollhouse
I don’t remember my Barbies, but Mother once told me I had twist-popped their limbs off. I do recall this one doll...
Cinema
I cry in the cinema Or not cry So hard that my head aches with the holding back Not in the film When...
Pentax ME Super
History is a heavy handful and a sore neck, but it is safer than memory.
The emperor’s twin
In the absence of gods, must we choose monsters? You can never really know the difference, or see under. These creatures...
Threshold
What is the voice of one who has died if no one listened to what remained unspoken? It no longer matters.
Mildew on the whiteness of Hölderlin
Mildew on the whiteness of Hölderlin’s shoulders, his phantom limb reaching towards an ideal he is sure he’ll reach. When the snow...
Things come together
After a photo by Annie Leibovitz of Johnny Cash with his grandson Joseph, Rosanne Cash and June Carter Cash,...
Exeunt
The mirage of beer before their eyes. Barney wipes his feet upon the mat unaccustomed to such luxuries.
A less artificial future
Humans have been making automatons since the time of the Ancient Greeks. Disruption due to technology is nothing new. We need to think critically about this fourth industrial revolution, remembering the lessons of the past. The rapid scientific discoveries, exponential technological advances and widescale job losses have all been seen before.
Navigating truth
Libraries have always played a huge role in my life. Now, in a different city far from the lakeside town I grew up in, I still have my routine, my favourite spot, a fondness for DIY signage. And yet, I never saw myself as a librarian until a few years ago.
I think in movies
When I remember stories, I remember films – how they made me feel, what they made me think about, and often the experience of seeing them. Eli needed the bathroom in Phantom Menace, and Dad took him, reluctantly – they were only gone for five minutes, but that was long enough.
Acknowledgements, mon amour
From there, this acknowledgement fetish expanded to my leisure reading. Novels, memoirs, narrative non-fiction – they all contained these tantalising windows into the person and story behind the book. Whenever I picked up a new tome, I would head straight to the back to find out what the author had to say for themselves.
