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Jessica Ciccarelli - barbeque

Beggars, Sinners, and Barbeque

Honeysuckles line the drive as you ramble down our old gravel road and pull into the front yard. Past the rose bushes and satsuma trees, the first thing you see…

Broke-Down Fords and Angels

Part I Dry Creek is where I grew up, but it isn’t my home, not really. It’s the place I went to school, where my family resides, the place I…

Forever Changed in a Second

Part II She sat in the waiting room of the family doctor watching the children play in the wallpaper across the room. Her eyes followed as boys and girls stacked…

Road to New

Part III As we drove across interstate ten towards Baton Rouge, I wasn’t sure if I was saying hello or goodbye. Hello to the miles and miles of Louisiana marsh…

Green Boots

The water falls on her head, on her face, around her ears. She sits on the floor and it falls encasing her in the only shelter she has found in…

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, The Return of the Prodigal Son

Notes on Being a Father, and a Son

It was a curious experience to read for the first time, several years ago, a biography of my late father, a well-known Australian author. It was even more so when…

Lunch

The man used to think that cars grew on trees. He imagined them growing like apples or lemons, weighing down the boughs of trees until they snapped and the cars…

PAULETTE JONGUITUD - MILDEW

Mildew

Never forgive, I said that morning just as I do every morning, by the window, waiting for dawn. Never forgive. Whom? Constanza? Which one of them? Never forgive her, the…

Joanna Kirk, On a Headland of Lava Beside You, 2014, Image courtesy the artist and BlainSouthern

On a Headland of Lava Beside You

Joanna Kirk and I are both artists living in Blackheath and have become good friends over time as our children are the same age, friends and at school together. This…

Sophy Rickett, The Death of a Beautiful Subject

The Death of a Beautiful Subject

The Death of a Beautiful Subject is a multidisciplinary project by artist Sophy Rickett, which takes as its starting point a series of butterfly photographs taken by the artist’s father….

Hackney marshes

The Rapture

I dreamed I was the only one left in the world. It was a Friday. I was going to see you all Monday. I went to the marshes on Friday…