On ‘The Deadest Man in the Underworld’

The Deadest Man in the UnderworldMy short story The Deadest Man in the Underworld has been published in RIC Journal.

What should and shouldn’t I say about this piece? Wrote it in a frenzy. Or put the pieces together in a frenzy. Maybe it shows, maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t know. Been wanting to contribute to RIC again for some time but didn’t have the right thing. But then this, so.

Big thanks to Saudamini – for supporting, humouring and, in other words, publishing me.


On Georg Trakl’s Sebastian Dreaming

Review of George Trakl's Sabastian DreamingI reviewed Sebastian Dreaming by Georg Trakl, translated by James Reidel and published by Seagull Books, for the Summer 2017 issue of the great Asymptote. My first proper poetry review. Read the collection and wrote the review in a frenzy back in Feb. I think Trakl was just what I needed.

Big, big thanks to Ellen for her enthusiasm + editorial guidance.

On ‘Stupid cultures’

Stupid culturesBusy with work and life and the usual so must make this brief instead of ramblin’ like I want to (look, it’s probably for the better). Overland published my essay Stupid cultures last week. I worried it was little more than a word dump but some smart people have said nice things about it and it’s started a few conversations. S’about all you can ask for.

Big thanks to my good buddy Aashish Kaul for the feedback on the initial draft, my super sharp colleague at 3:AM Mark de Silva for his guidance and Jacinda Woodhead for the editorial work.

On ‘Good Luck with the Arseholes’

Good LuckVisual Verse does this thing where on the first day of every month they post an image. They then ask for responses to the image – either poetry or prose, up to 500 words, written in an hour.

Way back in March of 2014 I wrote What the Sheep Thinks of the Sky in response to that month’s image – a drawing of a pile of dead birds. Wrote it while on a trip to Melbourne, in the reading room of the State Library of Victoria. It was a memorable writing experience (not sure I can say that about many writing experiences…); there’s something cleansing and invigorating about the process – of working with a time limit, and a word limit, and walking away from it once you’ve hit “Submit”.

Anyway, on a warm night at the start of this month, I wrote Good Luck with the Arseholes while sitting by the balcony, door pulled right open.

On ‘Two Memories’

Two MemoriesMy short piece Two Memories has been published in issue two of RIC Journal.

Two memories which I hope it makes sense to pull together. Took some time to get the tenses right – or if not right then at least more correct. Memory, it seems to me, is experienced in the present, even when the lived experience was long ago, and even though there is another present, the now, in the memory’s future, that also needs to be accounted for.

With thanks to Saudamini.