Le retour du printemps

… Then they were in their spring, their bright emergent hope. Girls. Boys. Budding into sex and fumbling, tender belief. On the crest of hormones and heartache. Theirs was the eternity of boundless tomorrow. The widescreen romance of aching desire and the blizzard lust of newly invented love. Here the peaks of exception; vaulting the…

A summer break-up scene

THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXTRACT FROM OUR RECENTLY PUBLISHED NOVEL THE LAST SUMMER OF HAIR. Now that he is back in town, he turns his attention to practicalities. He makes appointments – agent, work, accountant – and steels himself for the inevitable reunion with Aneetha Jharavindra. They agree to meet in the city. At a…

My ten year love letter to no one

The art of the billet-doux is not dead (and neither am I)          You may well ask – with some justification, I might add – why anyone would dedicate themselves to the writing of over 600 love letters across a ten year period without sending any of them. You may also wonder for whom these unmailed…

They are all you

Ever since I met you, I have always known. It is not that they are shadows, nor you their ghostly forebear. Neither do they replace you, or simply stand in your place. They shall not follow in your wake, nor wear thy lovely crown. The shiver of your love shall not be stilled in their…

If we might still mend it with kindness

Already, it has begun. The slow uncoupling. The incremental shifting of orbit. The quiet cellaring of doubts – earmarked as likely ammunition. Yet I wonder if we might still mend it with kindness. For not so long ago we were a kind, as though we had reached across the unbridgeable gulf between souls and seen…

Watch our award winning ‘meta’ romance!

TWO is an award winning ‘meta’ romance; where the post-modern boy/girl thing suddenly gets very real and the rules of engagement change forever. Love may well be a game – until you get hurt. Because one & one will always make two. Shot in around St Kilda in 2010, this minimalist 53 minute romance was…

From afar

I have seen you from afar Across impossible distance The space between vision I noted tiny details From the vantage of strangers Through this blood borne prism So nearly have I touched you Vaulting infinite regress To swing within your rhythm I have never breathed your name Nor heard such outward sighs Yet still I…

Love letter # 465 How much evidence is required before bold declarations are broadcast? How long to wait before saying aloud that which is screaming within? By what metric do I reach such heated conclusion? Perhaps if we did not reduce everything to the reputedly rational, I would not be in this fix. This missive…

Love letter # 474 The once tangible force of your presence has become a kind of archaeology. Fossilised remains. Dead pictures, pressed flat by time. The world we once fashioned with our tender belief compressed to a hush of breath. A clock ticks. It counts the leftover jewels in our crown. We, who made as…

Love letter # 698 Most people are like neutrinos. They pass through you without effect, nary a ripple on the surface. This is not to deride them; it’s simply how it is. But not with you. With you it was deal breaking, climate changing. It was an apocalypse for a while; now it’s the new…

Love letter # 586 Did not know I wanted you. Then I saw you near. Did not think I loved you. Then you disappeared. Was not grateful for your gifts. Then the price was paid. Could not sleep for missing you. Then I crashed awake. Felt I could not walk alone. Now I travel free….

Love letter # 468 The beauty of autumn is the sweetness of memory. Especially in the gloaming. Where you reside, nigh divine and untouchable. In the waft of woodsmoke I dream of a hearth with you.  

Love letter # 519 Please wait, you said…and in the ark of patience I loved you…until the distance became just that…a space beyond traversing…and then another, a fire closer than hope and memory. Please forgive me…I failed the test of time and distance…looking across the chasm of waiting…desire dissolving in increments to a numb new…

Love letter # 720 I desire you now as I did not before. I desire you now as I will not again. My desire changes each time you move. For as you move, so are you changed.