Yet, every exit is an entry — I know now I will never make any decent money on Medium. Medium and I will never make love. I have abandoned all hope in the same way I’ve come to terms with the unlikely event of my own wedding. It may never happen. It may never happen because it…

Here’s what I’m not writing about —

High time you took that leap of faith — Things don’t change until you’ve had enough. Years can go by, even a lifetime, living under one form of restriction or another. Repression, suppression, oppression. Trapped. The proverbial catch 22. Between a rock and a hardplace. No matter what direction you look there are obstacles. Red tape, bureaucracy, limitation. The ground doesn’t look like it will hold…

Short fiction — Most of the village was there on that overcast afternoon in the pub. On the fourth day after the event and still no news. Low cigarette smoke furled at eye level. Honey was there in a denim skirt and cowboy boots, muddy from the walk through the lavender track and…

Fiction Short Story — It rained hard in big fat drops. Flagellating Owen’s flannel shirt as he ran across the main road away from his Holden, the back door left open. Carloads of people he knew were still on the piss, lazing in the centre parks in the middle of the main street, though…

Fiction short story — I. On The Run Mary rolls a cigarette from a new pouch of Park Drive. Too moist. Bits of tobacco stick to sweaty fingers. She wipes them on the scratchy settee. The Bella Vista is the fifth motel in as many weeks. The room is perfectly square. The beige curtains are shut against the…

End-of-year roundup — Ten insights gleaned from a year of learning and growing Don’t try to convince anyone about anything It’s a waste of energy. We walk in our own shoes. And beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Such a relief to just let people come to their own conclusions and make their own mistakes. Let them eat cake. Stop listening…

Poem — She wore a red dress as tight, as a fire hose. And over her tattooed calves white pantyhose, the kind worn by a flower girl. Her name was Bonnie curvy and young peaches and cream, wild-horse eyes ready to scream. My tummy clenched. For I knew, I knew. You would…

A problem-solution piece inspired by the how-to relationship book Fascinating Womanhood by Helen Andelin — Fascinating Womanhood by Helen Andelelin was first published in 1965 during the women's rights movement when women demanded equal rights and men enjoyed free love; around when the pill came out, and you know the rest, women can do everything and have it all. A woman without a man is…