Young veterans turning away from ‘out of touch’ RSL —- Words by Jack Latimore
ANZAC Day Diggers
A battle for the loyalty of Australia’s young veterans is quietly being waged off…
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Her naked body bruised and her big busted grin - by Victor Mosely
Her naked body bruised and her big busted grinSteam billowing around her skin scrubbed raw
She caught his eye wandering over her slowly
Said, ‘Have you always been so lonely?’
Outside the frosted slat-windows jasmine
Flowers cascaded down the bluestone
W…
Lomg Gone Jurrung - Nineteen
I made two calls from the terminal. There were two people that I wanted to see, plenty of others I didn’t. Calub answered, said yes, he was in. I dropped some more coins into the slot for Chelsea. She was less welcoming.
“So you’re back,” she said. “You…
Long Gone Jurrung - Fifty Seven
“Does your shower drip all the time?” She said entering the room, wrapped in my old frayed yellow bath towel.
“Yeah, it does,” I said. “It drips a lot.” I rolled onto my side to watch her dry herself. The hanging milk-breasts, the cellulite thighs. It was…
Long Gone Jurrung - Fifty Six.
He was wearing a tracksuit and fancy runners and the rain beaded on his shaved head. The girl was stout, a little ruined round the eyes. Their child was sitting on on the footpath between her knees.
The girl bent over, inserted something into the kids…
Long Gone Jurrung - Forty.
I was so tired I felt like crying. Crying and collapsing into hysterics and for no real good reason. Standing before the urinal in a dog-hotel, the useless dick in hand, squeezing piss into the trough. It all seemed so dull and so very tiresome. I was…
Long Gone Jurrung - Twenty Three.
“My God, Baddy!” She gasped as I entered the elevator. “You look terrible!”
We rode the elevator down. She couldn’t keep her eyes off my thinning hairline.
“Comin apart at high speeds,” I said. I used to say that a lot, back when we were friends.
“Yeah,…
As A Father Of Nine Children - Thomas Henning
As a father of nine children, it was not my business to be naked in a public library after dark. But such is the way of fate, if one believes in that, and there I was, leaping from shelf to shelf, screaming in a tongue unknown to me, as the lone and…
Long Gone Jurrung - Three.
The estate was a maze of smooth asphalt roads lined with pristine concrete curbs. Baker’s place was beyond the completed terraces, out amongst the empty allotments and the skeletal pre-fabs. It was the old homestead, the original farmhouse. It was bare…
