Vin Maskell Melbourne, Midnight, November 29, 1982 On a piece of foolscap paper, at my desk in my single-bed bedroom or maybe at the small table in the little kitchen at the end of the long hallway, I wrote a little poem. Nothing special.
What is a 14 year old boy to make of Just Like A Woman? What does he know of fog, amphetamines and pearls? What does he know of standing inside the rain, of dying there of thirst, of a long-time curse?
Phil was divesting himself of all material possessions, man. Fortunately, I was on hand to help him cleanse himself of the most evil of these things, his LP records.
Brian Nankervis Driving To North Balwyn, July 2002 I'm staring at strangers, wondering if their dads are alive. How often do they see them? Do they find their dads wise, embarrassing, or supportive? Reverie and envy turn to alarm when I realise the horn from the white ute behind is directed at me.
I am sitting in a blue Laser sedan under a streetlight in a back-street in Brunswick. A Yorkshire rapper is in the passenger seat fiddling with a cassette and the car’s tape player.
Tony Kelly Rostrevor College, Adelaide, 1973 At the school eisteddfod Phil Donato sang Ave Maria. I sang Blowin’ In The Wind. I thought my song was an inspired choice.
Vin Maskell The Bellbrae hill, 1974 Ten words was all my father said about Bob Dylan. Eleven if you count the contraction.
Fiction by Alicia Sometimes A beach. Aberdare Mountain Ranges, Kenya. Mt Hakone-yama, Japan. Together they spent weeks lifting a woofer on top of the Aberdare Mountain Ranges in Kenya.
Colin Ritchie Colac High School, April 1966 As always, Form 4B were ready and attentive for Mr Moore when he arrived for class. Mr Moore was our favourite teacher. A groovy with-it guy, up to date with all the latest trends
Casselise Rowe The family room, Boronia, a Sunday afternoon 2000 What would happen when everyone realised what a fraud I was?