COVID stole music festivals, COVID stole the Kurilpa Derby. For me, living in Queensland, COVID has taken much less than it has from most. I am not complaining. But I fervently hope COVID won’t run off with the APT10.
I broadcast myself nude during lockdown. This isn’t habitual, and wasn’t planned, of course – what minute of that horrid glitch of a year was? – but there I was, across my channels, in my birthday suit. On your screen. The route to déshabillé started months earlier: as I put the bin out, in fact. […]
Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
Memoir. It really should be avoided by all but those with the most interesting, important, timely, or unique stories. Oh well, tough. I just pulled another old writing exercise out of its box. It’s none of the above. This one’s being set free today because it’s my Superbowl story. It’s also an Ekka story. Does […]