Andrew Galan



Devouring the (Un)Happy Years

Grandfather had stubby tough hands that fit within green plastic bucket layered wet manure into cement-square garden beds forged New South Wales Railroads and sunny fat plum trees in his long grey-paling Yagoona yard. Didn’t talk while drinking milky tea …

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Her French Toast

Amanda rented in Newcastle a submarine, green that had clear domes to see the anemones the stingrays, the clown fish. She filled it with one long French toast scent before submersible sank from air to creak down bubble rushes. Then …

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You Are Here: Canberra, March 2012

I lived in Canberra for five years. It rocked. But it is very true that Canberra’s literary credentials do not make themselves readily known to casual visitors. Used in the short, Canberra is more commonly code for a kind of …

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