“Today, on the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women, I got to stand on a mainstage and perform. Eurydice Dixon won’t ever get to perform on stage again, because her life and talent and promise were ripped away from her. Here is the...
Sugar-gliders are scratching on my roof and I wonder how the tin doesn’t scorch their feet – are their mortal soles somehow proof of a higher power? Prostrate on my porch lies a bluetongue lizard sun worshipping. Is it genetics or luck that’s warming his blood?...
I love how she feels under my fingers – full of thoughts not yet finished and sounds not yet through her lips. And as my hand rounds my stomach, all that she could be lingers in my core. I have not yet found her name: Lily too flowery, and Laura not quite right for...
with ee cummings Wonder, my dear, at the abandoned agora and all but forgotten forum while we walk along the harbour. Ruined mosaics pave the decumanus and crumble into marble white, Mediterranean blue, and onyx black tesserae scattered on the foundations for careless...
after John Keats My brothers retire to my balcony, watch kookaburras rush from tree to tree, remark upon the bamboo canopy, and remember seventeen birthdays we have shared in familiar company. Ethan picks and plucks his ukulele. Dad builds a barbeque. And what of me?...
