Poor Places by Wilco. Story by Stephen Andrew.
Stephen Andrew The Palace, St Kilda, 2003I reckon that I, one of tens of thousands who would have seen that Wilco tour poster, was the only one who shed tears upon viewing it.
Stephen Andrew The Palace, St Kilda, 2003I reckon that I, one of tens of thousands who would have seen that Wilco tour poster, was the only one who shed tears upon viewing it.
Mickey Randall Sydney Airport, January 5, 2006I fiddle with my Walkman radio, singularly ravenous for Australian sounds.
Lisa Jewell St Kilda foreshore 1994; Memphis 2012I made the vow sound like a secret weapon. They didn’t ask what the vow was.
Holly Ringland Runaway Bay, Australia 1994; Surfers Paradise, Australia 1999; Vancouver Island 2003; Central Desert of Australia 2007I always think I’m imagining it, but the beam of his torch is steady and true as it bounces over the shrubs, making phosphorescence of the spinifex.
Phil Dimitriadis Northern suburbs, Melbourne, July 1985My first real kiss was a cheap tequila breath away.
Fiction by John Weldon Traffic lights, Melbourne. September 2010It was completely meaningless, totally shallow and absolutely without any relevance to anything going on in my life. Perfect.
Craig Johnston Pantages Theater, Los Angeles, 1987"It’s too loud,” she cried at a Little Feat concert. I knew immediately my marriage was destined for collapse.
Stephen Andrew The Gershwin Room, The Esplanade Hotel, St Kilda, February 2013Three or four times, as promised, Julia Zemiro makes mention of the neck brace. It’s become a prop, a point of identification, a punch line.
Stefan Schutt Reservoir 2012, Paris 2013South Morang is the centre of the civilised universe.
Alyson Miller Snowy Mountains Highway, New South Wales, 2009You lean in to kiss my collarbone, murmuring the chorus line, and it is in this moment that we hit something hard and the CD skips.