Tincture Journal Online: Last Night in Tokyo

This short story is now available to read online via Tincture Journal‘s website. Last Night in Tokyo “What’s that noise?” “An alarm.” “An alarm?” “Well yes I assume so.” “So there’ll be someone here soon then.” “Maybe, maybe not.” “But there’s an alarm.” “So?” “So… people. The alarm will… raise the alarm. You know; someone…

Overland: Scott Morrison and the Boundaries of Acceptable Speech

This comment piece was originally published by Overland online. Scott Morrison and the Boundaries of Acceptable Speech Last week, Scott Morrison commented that he intimately understands the persecution of LGBTIQA Australians because he, too, has been persecuted – for homophobia. Morrison’s comments were made in response to a speech given by Penny Wong at the Lionel Murphy Memorial Lecture on…

Mikri or: How My Mother Learned to Like Cats

This post was originally published on my City Sampler blog. Mikri or: How My Mother Learned to Like Cats My mother never really liked cats. She would never have said that she hated them, but – being a dog person – she would turn her nose up at even the idea or mention of a feline. It…

An Australian Diner in Paris: My Mother’s Story

This post was originally published on my City Sampler blog. An Australian Diner in Paris: My Mother’s Story While my mother’s approach to travel was an open-ended one-way trip to London, my uncle’s was to remain based in Perth – where he was gainfully employed as an academic – and take short trips to new destinations each…

Overland: Interlopers in a Masculine City

This comment piece was originally published by Overland online. Interlopers in a Masculine City A few weeks ago, I was riding my bike to work. It was a cool summer pre-dawn ride, and the number of other road users was scant. As a bike-rider, I’m quite lucky: there’s a green bike path running almost the…

Walking the Great Wall: My Uncle’s Story

This post was originally published on my City Sampler blog. Walking the Great Wall: My Uncle’s Story When China opened its borders to the west in the early 1980s, my uncle packed his bags and headed over. Now a somewhat older and more experienced traveler, he delighted in the oddity he presented to the locals as a foreigner.…

Once Upon A Time In Munich: My Mother’s Story

This post was originally published on my City Sampler blog. Once Upon A Time In Munich: My Mother’s Story As a 1970s traveller, my mother spent most of her time in campsites around Europe, and a combi van was her and her friends’ preferred mode of transport. This sounds like it would have been all very fun…