Archipelagos
At last, the rain washes night’s script off the mind’s pages. There is no use holding out your palms— into morning, into…
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Girlcubs
Claire Cao is a freelance writer and avid dumpling lover from Western Sydney. She is a member of Sweatshop: Western Sydney…
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Tenancy
They cut sections from the branches of each tree lining our street. Shaped a tunnel, for the power line, that we watched grow over….
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mouth poem
a tongue-combing mouth a sea-foaming mouth oil-slick rolled in a grey-pink mouth bitter flesh; a gurgling mouth wade-deep, mouths! & swallow polymers! spit-up,…
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Modern Annunciation
He said her breasts reminded him of olives dipped in gin, slightly intoxicating with nipples like slippery red peppers he liked to suck, and…
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human sacrifice made sexy
Sometimes I think, if I were an Aztec I’d be just handsome enough to have my heart cut out. And if the British Middle…
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003_Infinty_Pools
Infinity Often Pools In Infinity Pools. Screaming Into Chlorine Chemical Buckets And Wishing Circumstances Weren’t So, Y’know. Looking Up Synonyms And Antonyms Doesn’t Have…
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ako bog da
there is no chance in the bosnian family only allah only inshallah and only ako bog da ako bog da there will…
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How a penguin is like a sloth
A sonnet for Laura It never occurred to me that at certain weeks my basic movements, a measured manner of gestures, was inspected…
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