About My TinyLetter
Small, strange things. Sometimes sad, sometimes funny, sometimes very stupid. “Very Short Stories” is a weekly (mostly weekly) letter of micro fiction, poetry and other bits and pieces I can’t find a fancy name for.
Men To Include If I Ever Write a Script
1. The salesman at Vitamin Crazy in Northcote Plaza who wears his tan turtleneck under an ill-fitting 90’s-style leather jacket
2. Rosie’s colleague’s partner, who does not use towels and instead uses a hairdryer to blow-dry his entire body after showering
Like The Drew Barrymore Film
Riding In Cars With Boys And The Boys Are All Driving Me; The Boys Are My Uber Drivers and Also Taxi Drivers And I’m Sitting In The Backseat But Not In a Sexy Way – We’re Not Kissing It’s Not Like That, I’ve Never Had Sex In A Car Or Anything It’s Just I Thought About This Title When I Had To Order a Taxi For Work Last Week – A Memoir by Rebecca Varcoe
Shopping List for A Café
Generic handwash to refill the Aesop handwash containers with when it runs out
Notes For My Next Shit Guided Meditation
Weeping while reading advice coloumns, almalgamated caramel and nuts pooling at the edges of your mouth where you bit down cos the Snickers was too cold to bite with your front teeth. Now you’re crying a bit, and ‘cos your nose is blocked you’ve gotta cry open-mouthed, and so you’re dripping melted chocolate onto your fresh sheets.
Overhead on the Hurstbridge Line: A Poem
What are you doing
What is SHE doing
Why is she there
When I Got Kind of Horny By Accident Listening to Hunters and Collectors
You pulling my head back off the edge of the bed, breathing a ‘sorry’ when I meant ‘thank you’ because I always do that. Skin moving from soft to slick, because how else can our bodies make the squelching sound I still try not to be embarrassed of? It’s hard not to sentimentalise when you put on the crackliest record and sing along, when your lips look like that. When your hands move slowly, when your tongue is in my mouth and I don’t normally like that but, oh, it’s nice now. And I will kiss you in four places, is that really the words? Is that really how the song goes? What are the four places and do I get to choose?
A Love Letter I Never Sent
The ulcer on the tip of my tongue reminds me of you, and I feel guilty for that.