
As Rachel, As Sarah
I am leaving Lileahalong an empty farm road: ice-grabbeddairy grass, a devil smashed on the asphalt—the clean pipe of its femur hollowly becoming. Emptiness…
Read MoreI am leaving Lileahalong an empty farm road: ice-grabbeddairy grass, a devil smashed on the asphalt—the clean pipe of its femur hollowly becoming. Emptiness…
Read MoreUnnerving, the shell. Perhapsterrible, the broad, muscular foot, my legume of possibility, my knot of protein anchoredin a soup. Just a plain soup. I…
Read MoreThe itch to be social returned, not the fear of missing out so much as a peer pressure. Recall the lift in lockdown some…
Read MoreIn Rural Victoria, my sister went to the beach for her birthday. Which felt bizarre considering that I could only go within 5km of…
Read Moreyou pay and I uplift youyou live and I outlive youyou die and I defeat youin tombstones carving and carbon printingand nano-ink technology on…
Read MoreI say, you’ve got to hear this one album no one knows about. My mind is grooving right on the coffee table, if only my legs could follow.
Read MoreM. carried in three ceramic mallardswrapped in his jersey, their green facesrigid and unblinkingon the shelf of his arms. They were as significant as…
Read Moreafter Mindy Gill’s ‘A Kind of Paradise’ What I know about desire is horseswho aren’t hungry can’t be ownedby anyone. The horse, she bows…
Read MoreFallen cones, Lay abandoned at the base of the tree. I too lie underneath it, cocooned in blankets. Isolated, my edges sharp. The tree…
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