This particular part of my story starts, appropriately enough, in a public toilet. I’d been ‘living’, in a biological sense at least, on the beach at Kirra in the Gold Coast. A long stretch of the beach is sheltered from the road that runs by it, by a line of shrubbery and hedge. Desperate and Read more

“Home is where the heart is” – the words roll off the tongue easily enough. I’d heard them spoken many times over the years, but as a long-term homeless man I never really knew what to make of them. For most of my life, I’d considered the notion that ahome might resemble a heart as Read more

You may or may not know that Signal Flare grew from very humble beginnings. It all began with the Pie and Cokes that Grant the Polite Guy had with other homeless people when he was homeless himself. He invited another homeless person to have something to eat with him saying he didn’t want to eat Read more