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There is an emptiness in my future, lurking about the Christmas that's yet to come, the New Years, the every otherwise triumphant trips to my childhood home. An absence that will be felt more fiercely than most presences ever could be. There will be no wet nose at the screen door basking in the smells of Christmas lunch, no sitting on the back ( Read more... ) -
Holidaying in Bogan Hinterlands - Youthful Curmudgeon
The noise in the library is enough to kick start my inner cynical dialogue, and I'm fantasising about when global hegemony is mine and I get to institute literacy and intelligence tests in order to ensure that the deeply stupid are held under house arrest. Although this sounds somewhat illiberal, I think it is essentially a utility win, since in ( Read more... ) -
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We exhale, and she slips from between the soft and tangled sheets, draping an old shirt over incandescent skin that was, moments ago, so warm against my own. I raise myself on one elbow, quirking an eyebrow in question. She smiles, tossing her head, the dark curls drifting across her bare shoulder, and softly steps out of the space we have made in ( Read more... ) -
Depths of frivolity
The clouds are soft silver tinged indigo. Sepia leaves of autumn stand against them. The cold seeps through brick, past cotton-swathing and deep into flesh, pale and shivering. The day is passing hours unproductively, waiting for night when I can sink into mattress, draw the covers against my skin and delve back into dreams of fire, extremity, ( Read more... ) -
What Epicurus Left Out
The hand holding back the branch is pale, and it trembles slightly as the leaves once more obscure the view. She knows she has had a glimpse of something that doesn't belong in her world. She warmed herself over a reflected glow, only borrowed. She wonders why she alone seems to be too thin for the world, not slender like the girls in the ( Read more... ) -
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I pour myself another mug of warm spiced wine, and set out to write a fairy tale for the dark-haired girls with pale skin, with eyes that flash retorts and laughter that is fresh and alive. For the girls who buy their own drinks, open their own doors, drive their own cars. For girls who read, who play in the sun, who won't wait uselessly to be ( Read more... ) -
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She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand, like a lizard on a window paneA bud, soft ivory petals bound in delicate green, unfurls at its own pace, retreating as soon as it is observed and taking little of the night with it. A shallow and unlikely premise, she knows delicacy is not her sin ( Read more... ) -
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She comes from a long line of quiet intellectual types, wary and anxious on the way to visit the outer-family regions, and never quite able to see the merit in engaging at the lower levels ( Read more... )