Horse Suit

We climb into it, the two of us, and I get the tail, you get the head. I’m completely blind but you are assure me you won’t lead me into danger, up there on the stage, guffawing crowds, a buzz of half drunk heckling sawing through the smokey air....

Picnic at Hanging Rock

We sped down the fire trails on our mountain bikes, helter skelter – though with my ageing knees, it was more just helter. At the end of the trail we came upon sheer cliffs that rose from a sunken valley almost a thousand metres below. Cycling around these sheer...