Poetry

History

is the truant in my sheets / barely sixteen / I am / telling fibs to stay home with my thoughts / with my feet tucked in the pockets of sleep /

20 June 2019
1990’s Subconscious

I’m planning a powerplay on the level of a live TV strip tease, like Drew Barrymore getting down on David Letterman’s desk.

11 June 2019
Paint to Poetry: The Succulent

Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.

4 June 2019
Schnitzel

A lady asked me for a chicken schnitzel and when I went to get her one I noticed that it was shaped exactly like Australia.

7 May 2019
Detik-Detik

Detik pertama, I was drowning and the world softened, an egg dipped in vinegar.

guts and gutters

Things that fall out of people’s purses call out to me, imploring to be returned to what they are (not done being), what they’re made for, who they used to be with.

Aftermath

I believe in some hour threaded through all the years where you still kiss my face of lemon rind and rough hessian, boulder-wide, fish-scaled, round as a copper coin.

十二秒记忆飞逝

Ascending sixty meters to a chimney top, touched the falling dusk. The cold sticky tongue of growling factories behind you.

Paint to Poetry: Rise and Shine

Sarah plays on the association of colours and words to write her poetry column for Farrago, using Taubman’s paint samples from Bunnings.

conditioning

wear the sun as a face mask,
as in what everyone else is doing,
but also do what you have to,
as in put what you are asked to do first

3 April 2019
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