Oz Hardwick



Petrology for the Family on the New Floodplain

Boots full of water, we’re bobbing for rocks as the world swims around us. Twigs, branches, whole trees surge by, spun by forces too huge to contemplate, but still we plunge our hands into the icy current, in search of …

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Recycled

We worry about the weather, and whether or not we can make a difference, sorting our recycling in the dark. The floods have become so commonplace that they don’t make the news unless a bus is swept away or a …

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Feral

He torched the house and stole the road, renaming it and hiding it among the scrub trees and lock-ups on the edge of town. There were nights shifting between cars – hood pulled forward to hide his features, surgical gloves …

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