Category: Brunswick

  • whippet real good

    a creative nonfiction I once saw a whippet get injured during a backyard boxing match in Swan Hill. We’d been at the pub and Geoff wanted to have a tea towel bundle with me because he’d heard a rumour that my balls are bigger than his. Yes, the jury has deliberated, and some men are […]

  • Headbanger

    For two months, a bird’s been attacking my window with gusto. In fact, I now call the bird Gusto because I’ve never encountered a creature with such tenacity and mindless courage. The first time Gusto slammed into my window, feet, and headfirst, I almost shat myself because I was doing the dishes and the window […]

  • Riding the 19 tram (pre-COVID lockdown)

    Once upon a time when I was a commuter … The 19 tram is a fickle beast, prone to fits of madness, rage, and the inevitable delays of Melbourne public transport. For the most part, I like my tram route because it goes up Royal Parade past Princes Park and glides up Sydney Road spewing […]

  • A good kicking on the way home from the pub, by the hobo chic quartet (excerpt from a novel – The exit line)

    I’m being repeatedly kicked in the ribs by four pairs of feet. I can feel blood pouring out of my mouth. It’s pissing down with rain. I remember people telling me you stop feeling anything after a while when you’re being beaten up, and I thought they were talking shite. They’re right. For some inexplicable […]

  • the idiot prince

    I’ve always had a bad track record with relationships. I don’t know where it started or how it got so bad but it’s always been that way. Or so it seemed to be. There’s a moment in everybody’s life when something decisive happens, and it changes us forever. Whether the change is for better, or for worse, […]

  • Gary Sweet was my swimming teacher

    Our Creative Director, Jesse Kingsley, used to be a pool attendant in the 90s. He talks fondly of the position; halcyon days, simpler times, all sprayed with chlorinated water and discount confectionary from the pool kiosk. The other day, I was having lunch at my desk, when Jesse came up to me and said: “Gary […]

  • Virtual Bri-ality

    Brian Cho sits behind me at work, and calls himself The Brian. He’s the kind of person who strolls into meetings he’s not invited to and contributes like he’s organised the meeting, while everyone else sits there, too polite to say anything. The other day, I was having lunch at my desk, when The Brian […]

  • the biscuit years

    This is a selection of poems from my childhood in Scotland. You know who you re …

  • The eLearning module’s new clothes

    Good eLearning is about as rare as good poetry. We’re led to believe that if it’s interactive and gamified, then it’s both contemporary and cutting edge. But what happened to substance? It’s all very well having a stylish looking module, equipped with all the bells and whistles money can buy but does it adequately communicate […]