Barry Walsh

Bringing a gun into a house changes it.

It doesn’t matter that it’s locked away, out of sight. There’s something tangible – a weight, a tension – that comes with the knowledge of its presence, which terrifies me more than him.

He explained the gun’s for protection.

What extra protection could he need? He has his expression, his speech…his…[Read more]

What fantastic news! Congratulations, Kaz, and I read that you met your agent at a successful speed-dating pitch-event. That’s a great reminder to make sure we writers are best prepared for such meetings.

I didn’t know of the Wheeler Centre. It looks like an amazing resource, and next time I’m home in Melbourne I’ll try to get along to an event there.

Tremendous news and tremendous writing, you Author, you!

Sensible lass, your daughter …

I asked my daughter if I should post this or was it nonsense. She suggested I post it because it’s nonsense 🙂

Bringing a gun into a house changes it
Even when it is not your gun
And not your house

Fingers snatch at your wrist
‘Don’t go in!’
A glimpse of join-the-dots red etches on your brain

You spin
And spin
And don’t recognise the screams…[Read more]

Write on, Girl! Terrific news. Well done.

So pleased for you, Kaz. 🙂

Massive congratulations, Kaz 😁 really well deserved and so glad Ava id finally taking wing in front of a larger audience. Can’t wait to get my signed copy. Champagne and cake all round 🎂🥂

Saw this on FB, but deserves double congratulations. Well done.

Fantastic news @KazG so, so pleased for you.

Bloody fantastic news, Kaz! Well done xxx

Wow, Kaz. Brilliant news and really deserved!

Well done, congratulations!

Woohoo! Go you!!

Bringing a gun into a house changes it. You can’t help it, of course. The trick is not letting on to everyone else that you’ve changed it. Keeping everything looking exactly the same, so all the neighbours, passersby, any visitors have no idea what you’ve done.

It’s a specific kind of visitor we have in mind. The kind that bulldozes in mob-han…[Read more]

Bringing a gun into a house changes it. I move from hallway to sitting room. Little Kev is trying to hide behind a chair. Bang! I shoot him through it. This isn’t the house where Kev lives anymore. His mum stands on the stairs, screaming. Screams of shock and denial I suppose. Bang! Screamy house one minute, quiet house the next. I step over her b…[Read more]

Hey, Baz – REALLY good to see you – and yes, it has been too long!

Hello everyone, couldn’t resist. I’ve been away too long.
Hope you enjoy my offering – Wordcount = 196.

Sting

“Bringing a gun into a house changes it.”

I opened the door – wide. The light from the house flooded onto the gravel drive towards the parked Merc. In the passenger seat. A Goon. I saw a glint from his shades when he turned away from…[Read more]