We all have that one mate. The one who hears a tiny piece of gossip and immediately acts like the world is ending. The one who sees a leaf move in the wind and declares it a near-death experience. They…
They don’t flap like birds. They don’t fight for airspace. They just open their wings and let the night breeze carry them. And then, when they’re done, they hang upside down and go to sleep. Zero regrets. Meet Hang Ten,…
Where the bush comes alive after dark. Briefly. Lit for a second. Gone. The Story The first collection, Nightlife, started at my daughter’s place in Brisbane. A mother and baby ringtail possums, held in a towel, wide-eyed in the torchlight.…