The Chip Witch
The café’s ceiling fan made a noise like hunt-and-peck typing. I sat alone at a little round table right beneath it, looking up movie…
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Pegs
She stood looking in the fridge and asked why I had moved her sauces? I replied what sauces? She said the mayonnaise and sriracha,…
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IF I’M A WATER-BEARING AIR SIGN DOES THAT MAKE ME PERSPIRATION?: DECEMBER
I’m a fancy adult with a set of fancy kitchen knives, so I used the old op shop kitchen knife to hack at the…
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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…
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Tongue With Teeth
Unnerving, the shell. Perhapsterrible, the broad, muscular foot, my legume of possibility, my knot of protein anchoredin a soup. Just a plain soup. I…
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IF I’M A WATER-BEARING AIR SIGN DOES THAT MAKE ME PERSPIRATION?: NOVEMBER
The itch to be social returned, not the fear of missing out so much as a peer pressure. Recall the lift in lockdown some…
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IF I’M A WATER-BEARING AIR SIGN DOES THAT MAKE ME PERSPIRATION?: OCTOBER
In Rural Victoria, my sister went to the beach for her birthday. Which felt bizarre considering that I could only go within 5km of…
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Soul And Body
you pay and I uplift youyou live and I outlive youyou die and I defeat youin tombstones carving and carbon printingand nano-ink technology on…
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Magnolia Boys
I 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.
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