It doesn’t take a war to take a life

Anzac Day 1994, 9.15pm. I am sitting on the side of the bed in our house in Calwell contemplating getting an early night. The phone next to me rings. I pick it up and say hello, and hear my father's voice. My memory now shifts to a view of myself sitting hunched over, head in … Continue reading It doesn’t take a war to take a life


Melissa, it’s not finished yet

Melissa, I remember clearly standing here in the torrential rain, as we lowered your body into the ground to be buried and baptised at the same time.The bottomless ache and overwhelming senselessness were disregarded by a deluge somehow fitting for an ill-begotten time.We still remember, we still seek justice and I still fight murderers in … Continue reading Melissa, it’s not finished yet