Jackson

At Cottesloe Beach, 2015 Dadda! Dadda! a toddler screams Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda! Dadda is chiselled, hard-bodied, striding up the beach in rash top, mid-thigh shorts, expensive, tight Under his right arm like a rugby ball he carts a little girl held horizontal, facing the ground wriggling and kicking against his grip screaming Read more

Bananas sound like chop chop chop. My daughter (18) with her stick-insect wrists cutting them up to freeze and blend. My kitchen is full of their fat-free sweat. I don’t know how to talk about it. I pick one up and touch it to my nose. Close, the skin has its own dun scent. Some Read more