Across algorithmic feeds all over the internet, content short form and long, you can find The North Pole’s “operations” livestreamed to general punters curious from December 1st to December 24th what happens inside Santa’s workshop. It is, of course, all for show. The mechanised manufacture of toys at the scale that satisfying the world’s children requires cannot be contained inside a single gingerbread house no matter how large or authentic (some of the elves take bites from the walls and doors as what seems like proof but comments swirl in more cynical circles that they might just have the well-rehearsed taste for thin MDF).
Tag: writing
Zac & Sean’s 2024 Homemade Marathon
The Gold Coast Marathon, the only full marathon I've run before, is a warm marathon. On July 7th, 2024, on the day of the full marathon, the Gold Coast had a low of 15 degrees Celsius and a high of 24 degrees Celsius. Today in Brisbane on my homemade marathon, we finished in 28 degree… Continue reading Zac & Sean’s 2024 Homemade Marathon
Indicator
He had to stop himself swearing because the kids were catching on. “How was I supposed to see that?” “You weren’t,” the crashed into driver said, “but maybe stay this side." The Volvo had bounced off the other car and they were both now shouldered on the side of the motorway. The crashed into driver… Continue reading Indicator
Rook
They never otherwise went that high but he was lost and then curious. He found himself at the soft end of an ambient warmth through the air of someone passing through not recently but lately and still up there, somewhere, maybe on the way up, maybe on the way down. He was hungry but that… Continue reading Rook
23.3 Out of 30 Out Of 42.2
On Sunday December 22nd the plan is to run a homemade Brisbane Marathon to make up for the one proper I missed earlier this year. The current track is pretty simple: from my apartment building in Milton along the river towards the city then further around past the Powerhouse then all the way along the… Continue reading 23.3 Out of 30 Out Of 42.2
Steakhouse
They were holding hands. “What would we do?” “We’d walk around the cemetery in the spring sun because one of the best days off that I’ve ever had was a day where I just heightened myself up a touch and went for a run around Toowong and I’d like to do that with you too… Continue reading Steakhouse
Camembear
Bear with me. This is translated from provincial Norman, handwritten by farmers, into modern English. It’s not a tale like the Canadian Winnie. Instead this bear had fur as brown as its heart was black, furious and jealous and maniacal about its boundaries deep in the heart of Normandy near the northern French coast. The… Continue reading Camembear
A Pineapple Pizza Coup
Pizza is as good as old food can get. Attested there in the dying days of the first millennium AD, it’s lasted as long as fresh new ingredients can be found to layer on top of a flat bread with sauce, then topping, then cheese, roughly. Of course tastes change but never has it been… Continue reading A Pineapple Pizza Coup
Jacaranda
On alternating Monday nights you take the green bin out with the red bin and the yellow recycling waits for the off-weeks. You remember this because you’re running down the other side of the hill and the rain that threatens to linger has softened the purple flowers to mush on the concrete so you slow… Continue reading Jacaranda
Pen Pals
This piece will be a WIP. I'm not 100% on it but let's see how we go. -- From: Luke Jackson To: Hanna Bjerke Date: 16:13:47, Sunday August 25th, 2024 Subject: Pen pals Hanna, Welcome home! I’m not there in person to say that, of course, so this is the next best thing (maybe second… Continue reading Pen Pals









