“I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.”

“I'm glad she left me the kids. I'd be lost without them. Lost and bitter. With them here, I'm only bitter.”

“I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.”

“I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.”

“As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...”

“Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.”

“I'm thinking about babies. Emma's baby. Jack and my baby. Growing in my mind, if not in my womb.”