Category: Prose
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Friends in Every Universe?
You ask, “Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” My reaction is instinctive. Of course we are. You’re everything to me. My muse and my other half, as familiar to me as my reflection in a mirror. There’s nobody in this world that I consider myself closer to, nobody who understands me the way…
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Donné Restom presents two new shows in Sydney Fringe this week: an interview
Donné Restom, a Central-Coast-based playwright, storyteller, singer and mum, presents two new productions at the Sydney Fringe Festival this week. ‘Kink in the Tale: Storytelling for Grownups’ – a collection of stories about sex, intimacy and our kinky quirks told live on stage and ‘Everyone in my family is dead or about to be’ –…
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MERRIGONGX Presents A Place in the Sultan’s Kitchen at IPAC
MERRIGONGX Theatre Company presents A Place in the Sultan’s Kitchen from the 8th to 10th of August at the IPAC. See the end of the article for information on tickets. Singer-songwriter and theatre-maker Joshua Hinton retells stories, passed down through generations and around the globe whilst cooking a loved family recipe on stage. Blending stories…
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Life Cycle
I remember the first time I held you. So tiny, so fragile. Your eyes were wide with unshakable curiosity as you explored your new home for the very first time. You were everything I could’ve ever asked for. I could deal with all the gross things to come, but if that was the price of…
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An Almost Heartbroken Death
This may be what kills me. In that moment Xanus could control nothing but his thoughts and if he could have moved his lips, he would’ve begged for it to not be his last. After everything he’d been through, for this to be the way he died seemed too cruel, but there was nothing…
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Within the Viewfinder
Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face. Its little hand paces impatient circles around eight forty-five, collecting frantic seconds. She sighs with frustration, shuffling her boots in the snow. He is fifteen minutes late. The newspaper has tasked…
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Poo Man
Poo Man thought he would make a new hat. He had plenty of things to make a hat. He needed a shave too. He had been so involved in his project lately that he was starting to forget to look after himself. Israeli power stations seeped into the afternoon air. The park that Poo Man…
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The Friend
There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something like Daemon, or Link or Zuko (as his fellow classmates were named). Other misfortunes involved said classmates with whom he went to school, and if he were to really pity himself…
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Served
Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for a shot and a cocktail and a cigarette and a resurrection of your soul. And tonight, I am a human-like alien. In a bar, in the rushed streets of nightlife Melbourne.…