Mark O’Flynn



On the Shoalhaven

Across the lacquered varnish of the river, rain comes dimpling the surface with a sibilant hiss like the sound of fat sizzling. Old boulders have come down hill to examine their own unshaven reflections in the mirror, come down from …

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Travel

Either nothing happens or the landscape happens. Passports record experience though not what has been learned from it. A conductor examines your ticket with opprobrium. That must have been something, not nothing. A busker extracts strange coins of limited value, …

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Quote for Service

Investigated electric oven tripping circuit breaker. Found two mice lodged in thermostat wiring perished as result of electrocution causing circuit breaker to trip. Replaced fuse with plug in 32A circuit breaker. – Simon, Energy Safe Victoria invoice. My mother does …

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Trade

A man stands on the corner of Swanston and Bourke plying his trade which is not immediately clear to the observer. Perhaps he’s selling something nobody knows they need yet. The observer wishes to verify his or her own presentiments …

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The Channel-billed Cuckoo

In competition with the music belting from the party next door the channel-billed cuckoo falls, uncharacteristically, silent. Its red eyes glint from the tree tops like holly berries. The channel-billed cuckoo is the enemy of sleep. A brood parasite, normally …

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Hank’s House

He lives in the last house where every stone in the street has been thrown through a window at least twice once to come in and once when he throws it back out some of them have specks of blood …

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Iodine Songbirds

                 [veracity confronts us                  ravens warning awe awe – Forrest Gander]   The cataract of your voice thick as a gaoler’s curse of a dragonfly has a lot to live up to over a pond full of electric frogs thunder is …

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Blue Light

‘When I was in Hong Kong,’ recounts Mr. N, (547113), ‘I stopped at a red light in Kowloon Tong. It was about three or four in the morning. Neon sky. Stars of office windows. I was a gangster then. After …

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Omar O’Malley: Morphology – 301

[after James McAuley’s ‘Pieta’] A yearly agoance youing camed Earlyish intoing the lightness You undied a dayity and nightie Thenly lived no-oncer to blamity Oncer onlyness, wither untwo-handed Your nonfather inner farewelldom. Toucheding youse Iness cannotted teller Iness cannotted understandulate …

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Proverbials

You wax my back and I’ll wax yours. An itch in thine saves mine. As the twig is split so the toothpick’s kindling. A rolling cupboard gathers no moths. Don’t cook all your eggs in one biscuit. Let not the …

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Zombies

There is a species of zombie that sits on its haunches all day peeling tubers with its teeth. It spends time over questions such as where its next square meal might come from, swatting any stray insect that comes along. …

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Comet

A coal tumbles like a smoking comet onto the carpet of the lounge of the Alexandra Hotel. Patrons, numb to the perfume of coal smoke, oblivious to embers creeping across shag, continue eating. The chitchat is of meteor storms and …

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Postcards from the Bottom of the Well

6 No water here where dust is thick and even patented. Her lepidopterist’s eyes quivering behind brambles of jewelry like an aphrodisiac for the terminally numb. She listens to the whimpers of broken-necked birds and thinks of Latin names pinned …

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