I woke up early one morning near the end of April to an email from my publishers asking me to give them a call as soon as I was able, as they had recieved some good news involving me and my book. I made my way to the Old Vic Theatre as normal, and was… Continue reading Sydney Morning Herald Best Young Australian Novelist
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Where the Line Breaks Trailer
Check out this classic, propaganda-film style trailer I made for Where the Line Breaks, pieced together using snippets of actual footage of the Australian army in the Middle East during the Great War. Inspired by newsreel footage and recruitment adverts from the period, with voiceover work by the author himself, the trailer brings together two… Continue reading Where the Line Breaks Trailer
The Path to Publication: Digger VE/6136
With Where the Line Breaks out in a few days, I thought it might be interesting to take a closer look at some of real life inspirations behind the novel, and some of the early drafts and poems I wrote that never made it into the book. Where the Line Breaks tells the story of The Unknown… Continue reading The Path to Publication: Digger VE/6136
Pup
Pup I knew you through photos your tiny pup head/ a sock around your tiny pup chest/ a bowl of food and your tiny pup butt/ redearthrunning itchyfeetsgrr catchtheballmate butimonlytiny andinthefarkin spinifex I watched you through photos getting tiny pup sick/ your hair in bald patches throwing tiny pup up/ and a tiny pup grave… Continue reading Pup
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I have thought about trivialising this paring its bass notes down to a simplified list or hiding behind cheap laughs, faced with impossible tasks I have been known to panic left with only my poor excuses. Unwilling to accept that I am unable to do justice. What words would work to describe a half-dream to… Continue reading Untitled
I Tell Myself
Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself
And Tonight My Heart
I can't get my head around kissing you this morning and tonight my heart beating ten hours on a plane away Lying here awake and the emptiness in my chest fluttering a hummingbird looking for a home And even with my eyes closed the pupils have pins in them Searching you out
Two Foxes
Two foxes entwined upon a feather bed Twin suns shining on a sleeping world A pair of hearts running to a classic air A bubble, raindrops on an upturned tongue.
Ugly Truth
Ugly Truth Tonight I got drunk alone in my bed because you thought it would be right to not talk to me So I swayed on pillows and pissed in dark bathrooms and got pissed and was pissed at myself for getting drunk not being enough Or being too much or being me I shot… Continue reading Ugly Truth