Toby Fitch

Spleen 1 January, pissed off with Sydney, pourssteaming torrents on the lesseesof Camperdown cemetery and mortal dumpson the tenants and landlords of selected suburbs. Tiles offer scant comfort to Minky,her failing back legs splayed out like a frog’sfor maximum chill; tiny Kafkas haunt the hot drains,squeal as they’re turned into ghosts by Raid. A siren… Continue reading Toby Fitch