A Letter To My 12 Year Old Self

Dear 12 Year Old Me, It’s 1997. You’re in a composite Year 5/6 class with none other than Jacob Sparkes. Somehow you both did all the Year 6 work last year, so you spend most of your final year of primary school unsupervised in a back room, flirting with none other than Jacob Sparkes. You […]

The last few months in pictures

Coming from the desert, Melbourne city was a strange landscape. I looked up a lot and sometimes felt like I was visiting from some other planet. When I left the city I stashed my dress up boxes in my friends garage and put the rest of my life in the boot of my car. I drove onto […]

Orchid

Maybe it’s my catholic upbringing or that semester of semiotics at uni,   Or maybe   That straight run of green lights when I’m running late to the theatre, The ding in my car when I hit that letterbox being only minor, Those Tina Arena lyrics seeming very relevant, That leaf I found that looked […]

Strange and Wonderful

I wrote this a few hours ago while eating blowtorched pineapple salad at The Moat, a low lit restaurant with gold on the walls and dark red carpet. (You see what I did there? Setting the scene. #emerging ) It’s underneath the Wheeler Centre, where for the last hour I’d grinned with recognition as Jack Colwell […]