June 19, 2013 • 1 note

#PerDiem Day 150 - The Wreck

Imagine King George watching London burn, if each man in the city was his son.
The Captain lost his ship today, lad. Let him sleep.

June 18, 2013 • 1 note

#PerDiem Day 149 -

I still feel his hand on me sometimes, when I am taken by surprise. But I still walk home at night.
I will not imprison myself for the crime of another. I will not be controlled by a moment in time.

June 17, 2013 • 2 notes

#PerDiem Day 148 - The Entrepreneur

He was the only one in the grade who could get his hands on good magazines, so he traded them for homework. I heard one kid did a whole term’s worth of Social Studies assignments for him in exchange for an issue of Penthouse, but a picture was usually worth about a hundred and fifty words.

June 17, 2013 • 3 notes

I’m teaching a class on micro fiction this Wednesday.

The kids are super bright creative writers from a few schools around Brisbane and their average age is about 12.

I need to print out some age-appropriate examples of flash fiction for them to read.
Which is your favourite #PerDiem so far? Now, which is your favourite #PerDiem so far that ISN’T about getting caught masturbating in an Antarctican research lab?

June 17, 2013 • 1 note

#PerDiem Day 147 - For Good Or Evil

No Mr President, data suggests the number of casualties is the same either way. Our worst case scenario is that he uses his powers at all.

June 15, 2013 • 6 notes

But what would I be
without the rage that taught me
to withstand the world?

How can you ask me
to let go of my anger
when it gave me this?

#PerDiem Day 146 - Monte Cristo
June 13, 2013 • 1 note

#PerDiem Day 145 - I saw Bob Dylan at Festival Hall. I think.

The weed’s a little more intense than I guess I was expecting but I make it over the road. My ticket’s for Door 5. I make my way along.
Door 1 
Door 2 
Door 3
Door 4 
Door 4 
Oh shit.
Door 4 
Door 4 
Door 4
Is this death? Am I dying?
Door 4
Door 4
“You alright mate?”
Cool air. Warm light. House music.
A man takes my ticket and smiles.
“Door 5. Here you are. Enjoy the show.”
And I’m pretty sure I do.

June 12, 2013

#PerDiem Day 144 - Purple Heart

They said I had been brave not to fall or cry out.
But for the life of me, the only pain I could remember was from the powder burns.

June 10, 2013 • 1 note

#PerDiem Day 143 - Black Douglas

A man who charges into battle with his King’s heart in a box wants to die.
Douglas was a warrior and a Scotsman through and through. But the man he swore to die for was dead. And the claymore is a two-handed weapon.

June 8, 2013

#PerDiem Day 142 - Get out of my light.

From the middle of Times Square they keep the pieces of the moon at bay. It destroys each of them eventually but there is always a traveller just arrived to take their place. They raise one arm and seem to take a weight, and the glow throughout the empty city is a blinding thing again.
Since we came to this place we’ve asked each pilgrim if there’s anything we can do for them. Their answer is always the same.