September 28, 2011 § 1 Comment

The flight from neighbourhood demons. I wrap myself in the cloak of anonymity and strike out into unfamiliar terrain, mountains of obscurity and nameless faces in a similar migration to my own.

I’ve been running for a long time… How about you? Veiled, probing questions over cheap cups of coffee. Sun-blasted truckstops in the middle of the Mojave punctuate the streaming barren landscape. I drive from the desert to the sea, across alpine ridges, high sierra lakes, passing all manner of lost souls along the way. Disappearing souls who don’t want to be found… Where being found denotes a return to a place they never wanted to be in the first place. Instead, the mask of the wandering stranger, observing from afar the things that make the lives of others: Salvation, intimacy, fear, doubt.

If you’re reading this, I’m still on the run.

California | USA



November 11, 2010 § Leave a comment

Back again on Australian soil. The same perfume of my old hallway, bed made how I left it in August. The comings and goings now so frequent that I barely feel my feet leave the ground before I’m back home unpacking all over again. Not for long though, only 7 days this time. Enough time to swim in saltwater, hold long-suffering friends briefly in my arms and eat mangoes with my father.

She lives!

September 19, 2008 § 3 Comments

Melbourne, Australia – in the locked box of my apartment.





thanks to the genius of adam at http://www.adamjohnson.net and craig at http://www.rinzen.com… the two handsome daddies to my new baby.

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