Roaming Charges I remember a sad song in Paris and a sweet new year dance in Barcelona. The long kiss by the wall in East Berlin. But now we are...
The Thing at the Bottom of the Stocking The westward ship sunk with all my big dreams on board. A heartbreaking game.
Northern Territory In Darwin I remember a black boy in the white midday sun weeping. Beaten for the theft of felt tipped pens, for his Valentine card.
The Honourable Member The quick of the fall. A punch to the heart outside the hardware store is all it took. I knew him as a schoolboy, the way he...