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Every story needs an arc, a trajectory. Here’s one—Elliot Greenleaf steps off a concrete ledge and begins to accelerate towards the pavement 200 meters below. He looks down and the street is rushing up at him like a lion. Continue reading
Month: January 2017
Second Nature
The nose replies (a homage)
“it is relatively easy to perceive that Gogol must have intended [The Nose] as a satire on social climbers…but it will become clear that…under the guise of grotesque farce, a drama of sexual failure is enacted. Spycher, P., The Slavic and East European Journal, 7. No. 4, 1963, p. 361
An empty signifier
G reckoned that it was all extraordinary and happened in the Capital one autumn over a few days, barely a fortnight. Continue reading
Rom Com
He was due at one. At a quarter before he called from the lobby and got Ann Seldom’s voicemail again, so he went up anyway. Continue reading
The Short Tax Return for Individuals
- Start with your name: last first and then first last.
- Do you have a preferred name?
- Have you changed your name since your last return?
- Have you changed your name in the last five years?
- What did your name used to be? (Was it Amanda?)
cold front coming (Akaroa, New Zealand)
the twilight is as green as greenstone
and there’s a cold front coming. Continue reading
Alice
Eleanor lies naked on the bed. No thoughts, she is pale and empty and a little chilly from the air-conditioning. Continue reading
Standing on the Leith Docks
Now’s the day and now’s the hour;
and this December evening
the freshening wind brings
cabbage and a whiff of hashish, Continue reading
Early days
“Generations of Western Australians have grown up with the fable of the State’s huge underground inland sea. Today, the fable became reality with the news from mining company Big Snake Nickel that they had discovered the massive water…” ABC, 7.30 Report, 16 May 2000
Found underground, a sea
in parched WA. Continue reading
Happy now
Satan asks
— Well?
— I never thought much about it. Certainly, I never believed any of this was likely. But I guess it’s what you don’t know that trips you up. I’ve always thought of myself as…well… moral. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 