Sugarcandy Mountain (Live at Broadcast Bar) (2018)

*performed at ‘Paroxysm Tops it Off! Novel Edition’ hosted by Paroxysm Press, Adelaide Fringe, 18 February 2018.

Let’s face it, comrades – the luxuries you were promised during The Rebellion have all been abandoned by your so-called leader. I would assume that you’re all in desperate need of some guidance, so I stand before you here today with a solution.

I have a proposal for all of the animals who are gathered in secret here today. I ask, but do not request, that you consider putting your faith into The Land of Afterlife. For those of you who are unaware, the place I speak of is where animals go when they die, a place where we roam free without being subject to conflict or cruelty.

It’s the utopian land of perfection. Some of you may be able to picture it now: the abundance of food, the clear skies, the fresh air. Sounds delightful, doesn’t it?

Perhaps you’ll also find comfort in knowing that all of your labours on Earth will be rewarded to you with infinite leisure. That’s right, comrades, there is no work to be done here either. You shall rest from your tireless efforts for eternity.

What you experience here will become a distant memory if you maintain your belief, comrades. So during this time, do not allow your focus to be distracted from lies ahead of you. If anything, your faith should be growing stronger.

So for those who carry doubts (which I’m sure there are plenty of you who do), I’m confident that you’ll realise the true significance of this place sooner or later. It’s inevitable that you do. Whether we like to admit it or not, comrades, our spiritual beliefs instinctively come out of hiding during times of misfortune.

You’ll automatically place your trust into it when all else fails. After all, everyone needs some kind of reassurance in their life, a beacon of hope to save us all from what we fear. For many of you, this place is your light at the end of the tunnel.

So as you’re made to squalor under Napoleon’s reign, it’s important for you all to remember that your faith is the gateway to utopia. Allow that to sink in for a moment – your faith is the gateway to utopia. Remember that.


She Has Seen the Light (Live at The Coffee Pot) (2017)

*featured in ‘Nico kicks Spoken N Slurred,’ hosted by Paroxysm Press, 25 March 2017.


The woman lived in a cottage on the outskirts of Northumbria, overlooking the North Sea. She sat nestled in an armchair sipping peppermint tea. Despite her lips being coated with ointment, they were severely cracked. She thought this might have been due to the lack of humidity in the area. So, she took a sip from the Royal Albert rose teacup to replenish them.

The woman then felt a pulsating discomfort from under her scarf–so she lifted it to scratch between the patches of grey hair that were concealed underneath. Upon this, she noticed how strands of hair were caught between her decaying fingernails, so she brushed them away.

Her weak hazel eyes shifted focus and became transfixed on the program Songs of Praise at the beginning of a new hymn. The volume was muted, but she did not mind this at all. The woman was able to recall the song by the motions of their lips. She remembered precisely how it sounded:

What a day that will be,
When my Jesus I shall see,
And I look upon His face,
The One who saved me by his Grace

She savoured this moment. The woman felt at ease. She reassured herself.

When He takes me by the hand,
And leads me through the Promised Land,
What a day, glorious day that will be.

The woman then closed her eyes, dropping the teacup from her hands as liquid soaked the carpet.


I never knew the meaning of death until now.

I could gain a sense of it through passages from the Bible and their perception of the afterlife–that when you die, you see the light at the end of tunnel and enter through the pearly gates of heaven to live in harmony with fellow believers.

I also became aware of how those with a particular faith claimed that our life is remodeled in other forms once we pass.

But unlike them, I now have a clear image of what the afterlife consists of. I have become adapted with a heightened outlook, believe what you will.

I will admit that I once trusted in the scriptures–the distinct, though nevertheless, varied recollections.

Every time I read a passage, it felt as though my existence was enhanced in some way, I thought I grew wiser.

But now, my point of view has changed, so let the truth be known, allow my voice to be heard. I have been enlightened.

I have experienced it firsthand.

So listen to me when I say that what you are told can be falsified.

You have the authority to see within the cracks.

Deconstruct what has already been built.

Focus on the intricate details with a fine lense.

Emphasise the moments you question it. As a matter of fact, relish in it, for these are the moments you are closer to uncovering the truth.

Hill, J 2008, Homecoming Picnic, Apple Music, Spring Music Group