(Edited by Laura McPhee-Browne) Bushfire smoke tasted in rain. I opened my mouth. Rain tingled, drying on my tongue the way it did on concrete. I stopped at the rear …
Fists (Peter Farrar)
Car exhaust unfurls from my neighbour’s garage. I don’t know if they are committing suicide or smoking meat. I roll a cigarette. Have progressed well past a pack a …
VOX: PETER FARRAR
Vox: PETER FARRAR The Verity La Forum was conducted by Alec Patric from July 2011 to December 2011 Forum Question: A New Archaeology Who will read this? I used to …
The Fourth Bus Stop (Peter Farrar)
The bus rumbles under him like a rushing heartbeat. He reverses, watching the cyclone fence edge closer in the trembling rear vision. “Yosi!” shouts the supervisor. “We can probably …