MIS’RY IS MY MIDDLE NAME by WARREN ELLIS and JOHN ELLIS. Story by Louise Maskell
A few seconds pass. His gaze goes behind the counter. To a small ornate wooden frame. And an image inside. “Is that Mary?” “No. It’s Jesus. It’s a da Vinci. From a museum in Amsterdam.”
MOON RIVER by FRANK SINATRA. Love story by Angela Savage.
Brushtail possums raiding rubbish bins in the Fitzroy Gardens looked up as we passed, singing into the dark at the top of our voices.
Moondance by Van Morrison
In a clandestine operation my wife had left me and took everything but my beloved stereo system in the lounge room (including 500 or so records and a CD collection that was rapidly catching up) and, in the spare room, a single bed.
MOONGLOW by ARTIE SHAW. Poem by D. R. James.
Until/somebody’s wedding, I only saw Mom/dance big-band behind an ironing board...
MOONLIGHT ON VERMONT by CAPTAIN BEEFHEART and his Magic Band Story by Stephen Andrew
Unhinged, unwieldy, (apparently) uncoordinated and maybe even unlistenable. Despite or because of this, I pressed on. I'd read somewhere that this was supposed to be An Important Album.
MORNING ELVIS by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. Poem by Michael Leach
Micheal Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Florence + The Machine, and the Graceland exhibition at Bendigo Art Gallery (which concluded on 17 July 2022).