Featured in Farrago Magazine Edition Four 2026

watermelons on ornamental tiles, underfoot & unmoving. 

little trees & foreign fruits in mosaic much unlike a mirror. 

fruit basket

& a girl named Ever, cooking. 

bruised, uneaten quandongs rotting, returning to Country. 

the watermelons seeing it all. the grout that it all comes trickling through. 

sticky note, with grime in its sticky,

 & pen that ran out of ink as it wrote, 

 Ever, hold this bruised quandong. 

 then defenestrate it, 

& leave it homeward bound. 

& take it off the list. 

. & remember, Ever,

these tiles are here to hold you. let them be enough.

 there for Ever. 

the sugar bowl, strychnine full. the hand towel, a torn up keffiyeh.

exhalation. amnesia. 

succulents, not to be cooked with, just 

regarded.

 Time, with bare feet, moving her daughter out of her way.

 Her sentence hanging in the air, ringing like a wind chime.

 you’re taking too long. cease taking forever, Ever, 

 before i forget your name 

& all of this becomes illusive. 

 all turquoise & hopeful. 

 esoteric.

full metal jacket, the bullet shot, the case a shot glass, overflowing with rum. 

 dinner ready, but not for them.

 starvation metamorphosing 

becoming the bones of others, outside the kitchen. 

 beautiful aroma of home, a mother & a daughter.

 archaic music with lyrics faintly heard. 

  Ever fortakes food. 

Food takes for Ever. 
 

a crack in these tiles. 

another watermelon segmented & ready to be eaten.

 uneaten.