Parasitology for civilians

Category: Hunter S. Thompson

  • 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 […]

  • Flogging a dead horse with Teddy (2007)

    Photo compliments of Nadine Ross The taxi ride home from the civil court was civil. Emma sat in silence, wringing her hands while I stared out the window at homes, I would never live in. It was my second trip to the civil court in six months and I vowed never to return. But when […]

  • 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, […]

  • the biscuit years

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