He held his spoon in a fist, like his granddad. It felt right. He was digging into his food, which seemed to be the point of a spoon. And it was way m ...
She lives in the country and every day commutes by train to the city for work. Each morning she rushes on the station platform like a black unicorn, j ...
Louie remembered alighting the plane feeling tired and a bit woozy. It was the multiple nightcaps that sat behind his eyes. He could feel his eyes wer ...
She was named Fall after the American season, but I faded into her. Slowly. Scented grip. Laundry detergent and damp umber. Then it was winter. Rosema ...
He heard the shower running when he woke up. He hoped she wouldn't use all the water and then felt bad for thinking it. The feel of toast milling betw ...
She sits alone by the coffee shop window. On her table is an espresso, a small beaker of milk and a clear glass of hot water that condenses around the ...
Her heart fastened to the surfer curls of the server. She was sure he surfed. He was probably a vegetarian, maybe even a vegan too. She had a gift for ...
I clean out my msg inbox while waiting at my stop across from Pizza Express on the corner of Lapwing Lane. I do it ruthlessly. It's my meditation when ...![Nesviosous [nés’vi-ō’sₔs]](https://davidmcnamara.com.au/wp-content/uploads/strikingr/images/8584_Kryziu-Kalnas-5-292x180.jpg "Nesviosous [nés’vi-ō’sₔs]")
Under new entreaties for reconciliation and consolidation, where the other had long since mattered, Gerry remained resolute had the last bullet in the ...
It was his own instinct Jonathon could never reconcile so he let his actions haunt him. After all instinct is a reaction. A riposte to the present whe ...
Radiohead’s No Surprises was playing over the PA in the varsity bar yesterday. Until that moment I realised I had completely forgot one of th ...
David McNamara
Author, artist, pilgrim & wayfarer
