January 8, 2019

Making my way through customs at Dublin airport the official with the round face and kind blue eyes asked me if I had family in Ireland. “Nah mate.” He smiled, stamped my Aussie passport and looked me in the eye as he handed it back, politely shaking his head, “trust m...

May 15, 2018

I was never big on the paranormal, more as a defence mechanism than a true disbelief. Sneaking a viewing of Poltergeist as a young’un led to so many sleepless nights that I think my fragile little mind simply decided the notion of all that frightening mumbo jumbo was j...

March 16, 2018

I didn't grow up yearning to be an author. I tried my hand at a few things; dish pigging, brick cleaning, physiotherapy, commodities trading...then I started writing one day. I didn't have any real plan. I just felt compelled to fill a blank page. That compulsion was r...

January 24, 2018

History is not up for debate. There are historical facts that we can't run from, can't hide from, can't simply change because horrific acts were committed and feelings are sure to be hurt in remembering the deeds of the past that could have been handled so much better...

January 10, 2018

*An excerpt from Sweet Dreams of Fanta

I pull Lizzie in for a cuddle while I sit on the steps of the front verandah and look down at my feet in a pair of double pluggers. I start shuffling them in a Michael Jackson moonwalk dance and sing along.

“Just eat it! Eat it! Eat...

June 24, 2017

*An excerpt from Sweet Dreams of Fanta

The sky starts to turn light pink as we run onto the main oval at Easton Park and Sam does the biggest bomb kick I’ve ever seen.

“Ya gonna catch it?”

I can’t even see it so high up in the sky! I shake my head to Sam and he starts lau...

February 26, 2017

*This is the first piece of writing, the first story, I ever wrote - a February surf with dear buds Rufty and the Florist at our favourite mid north coast getaway. And anyone interested to know, the first passage of Slippery I actually wrote was the Mexico surf trip.*

I...

November 2, 2016

Around the middle of the third term of year four my mum had had a gutful of Catholic education. Three years earlier she’d had a gutful of the public system and two years hence she’d be well and truly done with alternate independent schooling also. Mum was a perfectioni...

August 20, 2016

*An excerpt from Slippery by Liam Carroll*

Joel pops the trunk and waves me up, “Right mate, all clear, out you get.”

I push my golf club camouflage away and edge forwards. The heat overwhelms me. I’m so sick of the equator. We’re a short way down a dirt road in the shad...

August 12, 2016

Did you hear about the dyslexic, insomniac, agnostic? He couldn’t sleep at night, sick with worry, unsure if there was a dog. Poor fella. I have no idea if there is a God or not, surprise, surprise! Though I do love seeing Richard Dawkins debating various religious nit...

August 2, 2016

The humble beginnings of the modern era’s undisputed and unrivalled heavyweight defecator champion of the world, Sir Brian 'Pooh Pooh' Taylor, can be traced back to the steamy, tropical streets of Bali in the late 1980’s. It is written into mythology that a bright-eyed...

July 27, 2016

*An excerpt from Slippery by Liam Carroll*

Our hotel room has a bare-bones ‘Prison Break’ chique; white tiled floors worn into a mushroom grain thanks to the oppressive southern Mexico heat, three rust-encrusted, steel-framed single beds that appear unappreciative of th...

May 26, 2016

​​The chooks are more dependable than clockwork in this outer realm of Indonesia, up bright and chirpy, cuckooing their way through the dawn. Fortunately this is a Christian island so there’s no need to contemplate suffocating yourself to death beneath a sweaty pillow...

May 3, 2016

*An excerpt from Slippery

I’m woken from my tequila-induced slumber by the captain’s rushed Malay gibberish. He stops talking as he pulls the boat around to where I’m lying on the concrete wall. I sit up, rub sleep from my eyes and try not to whiff my rancid breath. I s...

April 17, 2016

You’ve made the conclusive decision that you are 100% determined to lay your soul bare on the page and write from that most vulnerable place where you truly open yourself and your deepest feelings to the reader. Yep, you’re all in. You’ve set aside the time to write yo...

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