Tag: Writing

A Night At The Cirque

“The show started at 7:30!”  Lulus words were strained through exhausted pipes and met with coughs all around as we boosted toward the grandly lit entrance of Royal Albert Hall. It was sometime after 7:30. The hall was a crown jewel in any performance… Continue Reading “A Night At The Cirque”


The balcony overlooked an alleyway that was easy to miss. A tight and rounded little road littered with cigarette butts, roller doors, mixed run off of waste and debris from the apartments that surrounded it. The heat was palpable, the Sydney smoke was at… Continue Reading “2020”

A Boy On The Road Less Travelled

Dedicated to my Brother and my Sister-In-Law. No moment in space or time could possibly equate. This was the true moment of clarity, after the bells and whistles evaporated into the atmosphere. Months of organising, re-organising, purchasing, re-purchasing—through the tiring decisions of every minute… Continue Reading “A Boy On The Road Less Travelled”

A Boy On The Platform

 The smile was there, a sweat soaked melancholia had taken hold of the final hours of his journey. It was a busy midsummers day on the outskirts of Padua and all who surrounded him were in their own stories, paying very little attention to… Continue Reading “A Boy On The Platform”

A Boy In Verona

The Summer months were coming to an end, so too was his journey. The final few days of his adventure had been potent, coated in a melancholic beauty. He always walked behind her. Curious to blur the lines between the film in his head,… Continue Reading “A Boy In Verona”