the necks
the necks come for dinner and stay to breakfast - in their way
Nov 16
the harbingers of ruin – lennox head
The little widow that ran the general store in Lennox was only too happy to make us a sandwich, and when she was out in the back kitchen we helped ourselves to this and that from her shelves – and now, after forty-five years, I know that we were the harbingers of the ruin of Lennox Head.
the loading gang
Myth has it that Archie, Head Ganger twenty years ago, deliberately knocked over one of these office maggots with an open side of beef and the exposed rib bones sliced away half of his face.
the hide room
Lightless ponds that rise from time to time and issue a swell of virulent discontent from a deep rupture unmeasured.
the slaughterman
hooded men from the freezer rooms muffled up in layers of rags and old sacking, slaughtermen with their bare forearms and faces crusted with heavy sprays of blood, local toughs wearing scabbards full of razor edged knives.
a small town welcome ~ byron bay 1964
She leaves the café and locks up the front doors, then walks around you and climbs into the car. You notice that she has nice legs, and he is still standing there undecided, so you bleed a little onto the footpath in submission, waiting for him to go away.
See the conquerors step over the grease patch that was once human… Story 1 of 1,133
The child Yukio S survived the titanic waves of radiation that cleansed his neighbourhood after the American bomb swept Hiroshima away.
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