And now for something completely different...

I have a short non-fiction piece published in Stilts Journal issue 2, Legs like shotgun barrels. It's called "Yours and mine." You can read it online  here.

These are very nice people doing a good thing for writing and reading in Brisbane so if you like, you should have a look at the other pieces too.

Incidentally, here is my first ever mention as a legitimate human being, as per the Stilts April newsletter. Which I realise is probably a pretty immature thing to take a screenshot of, but here we are :)

From one Rhiannon to another...

"I am Rhiannon, the daughter of Hefeydd-Hen, and they sought to give me a husband against my will. But no husband would I have, and that because of my love for thee, neither will I yet have one unless thou reject me. And hither have I come to hear thy answer." 

-The Mabinogion; The Tale of Pwyll, Prince of Dyfed.

It seems my namesake was just as much of a fool as I am. 

Ponyboy, Patrick Stump.

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
The leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

                 - Robert Frost. 

True dat.