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annual general meeting

an ornament of openness
a decoration of dedication to change, at
the annual general meeting?

24 October 2018
Bananas: A Timeline

For the last six breakfasts, Annina has eaten bread with jam—a meal that tastes the same everywhere in the world— but today she can’t see either ingredient. The man behind her gives her an impatient nudge and Annina reaches for a strange yellow fruit at the edge of a platter. She tears the banana away from its identical siblings and holds it limply in her hand. It’s crescent-shaped with rubbery skin, like nothing she’s ever seen before. In her impoverished village, where a single orange is a recurring Christmas gift, tropical fruits are beyond a novelty; they’re nonexistent.

24 October 2018
Flash Fiction Seven: Galaxies and Outer Space

Close your eyes and accept the tug. Crunch the numbers and you’ll be safe. But the tangible dangers of collision aren’t what I distrust. It is the stasis of what it lacks that makes me uneasy. It will always be an eerie pull that I can only see in my messy calculations, only existing inside my head.

25 September 2018
Suffering and Drowning

When the memories flood through her skin
like milk – when you pour it into porridge,
Her world melts.

11 September 2018
I have a crush on e-girls: 2am poetry about Melbourne

Listening to X only after he’s dead
Capitalising on vintage Woolworths’ plastic bags
Remixing washed out lo-fi vinyls from Savers

11 September 2018
A Nihilistic Interpretation of Love

I took aim, and released.
Mushroom clouds snapped apart;
a wafer-thin crunch,
a child treading on dry leaves,
dust gliding aimlessly against light.

11 September 2018
celestial bodies

she lies awake
legs spread wide
ready to birth a new star

11 September 2018
The Monster Myth

There’s a monster I’ve heard of
over the years
that appears in the place of corporeal men.

11 September 2018
The Mapless Voyage

Through cradle and gravel,
A truth to tell;
Mortal is lost,
Till last bell.

11 September 2018
You didn’t answer my question though and Kick Ons

You didn’t answer my question though     For my sins I live in Melbourne Where love is For all but Only A suggestion. Will These Failures   grow Meaning through repetition   ?   I keep seeing your face-painted concern, when I Spill my drink almost falling between your   Mismatched chairs.     […]

11 September 2018
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