In a secondhand bookshop, a remarkable discovery has been made. An exercise book, yellow-paged and time-worn, would seem to be …

A park bench. It is spring, the earth is returning to life, a faint warmth can be felt in the …

Life is truly strange. One can be blissfully walking the dog when, out of the light blue of morning, a …

There’s a shortage of rain. There’s a shortage of public housing. There’s a shortage of hospital beds. But now, perhaps …

What fresh hell can this be? Ah Dorothy Parker, if only it were so. This is not a fresh hell …

The town in which you live on the fringe of the city has long receded into the distance, the familiar …

Claiming the high moral ground on what constitutes an Australian value is no more an exercise for social studies. Now …

The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But …